i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

can i lick the inside of ur mouth… maybe suck ur tongue… maybe

Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

what if we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and

medieval knight raising the visor on his helm just so you can see him rolling his eyes