when you sit attentively in class but you dont understand a thing the teacher is saying
hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm
have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i love you. i love every goddamn ounce. i love your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.