AND I THINK YOU LIKE ME TOO

BASED ON THE WAY IVE CAUGHT YOU STARING AT ME

OMG

BUT IDK

WE DONT EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER

YOU'RE A YEAR OLDER

AND GODDD

YOU ARE SO CUTE

IM SHY

and I feel pathetic

all cause I'm starting to fucking fall in love with you

I fucking hate myself. I want you to feel the same but your only interests are platonic and sexual and that's fine

genuinely that's okay

I just feel fucking stupid for feeling anything when I know the feelings will never be returned

I hate having feelings cause they're never returned, especially at the same level

I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you. I want to laugh with you. And I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are…

all the while knowing I am the luckiest man in town.

Stay with me this lonely night, and see if you survive me

Let’s make this wrong world right, my hands wrapped around your body

The only way you can tell the true intentions of the singer is who wrote the song.

It’s written by me, it’s a homicide.

It’s written by a white girl, it’s sex.

Forest Nymph by Paul Hermann Wagner, 1870

Jules & Mika