It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
Did you know that you can drink lava? But only once
I tried to tell my boyfriend this joke… His response was “you can only drink life once? That’s weird how do you drink life, is it a drink?”
close the door mom you are letting the emo out