sucker for love

it’s time for people with good hearts to finally win.

Ribbed condoms don’t even taste like ribs.

Who the fuck wrote this

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

I rarely react, but I always notice.

call me by y/n

the older i get the more i realize how unimportant it is to tell people my business

I just need to be held and have my back rubbed until I fall asleep