let’s imagine 10 years from now.. it’s a spring sunday morning in 2035. you’re standing in the yard of the house you bought in 2034, humming a song from a 2033 album by your favorite band you found out about in 2032, waiting for the dog you got in 2031 to finish doing their business. wearing your comfiest pajama shorts, a birthday gift you received in 2030 from a friend you met in 2029. you’re planning to spend the afternoon gardening, a hobby you picked up in 2028. later you might rewatch a movie you love, the one that won best picture in 2027. inside someone you met in 2026 is making pancakes. all because your world didn’t end in 2025.

some of us have been following each other for a long ass time

Wishing you a safe return back to yourself.

bite marks are love notes written in flesh.

vibing with someone who got the same goofy energy like you is so therapeutic

a private life w/ the right one, doing rich shit w/ no audience.

it's so attractive when someone is pathetically obsessed with you and not afraid to show it

Eyes have a language of their own.

The right people feel like peace.