why does everything about you GET to me like this? why does it matter to me? so much? can you tell how it affects me? or can you tell how hard i try to cover it up? how hard i try to play it cool?
sneezing feels cool.
i want you i want you i want you i want you i want you i want you i want you i want you
kissing is officially one of my top five favourite things to do.
why do people have to have favourites? i hate that. everybody has a favourite of everything. favourite date, favourite kiss, favourite friend, favourite person, favourite shirt. favourite mug. favourites blow, because second-best hurts.
i wish i could read your mind. i wish i could stop you from doing the things you do, because you confuse me. daily. i'm going to go out on a limb and say hourly, because with this, anything's possible.
you're so gross, i don't even want to have to look at you for one second longer.
shit, the things you do speak volumes. do you notice? without even saying anything, you don't fall into silence. you do things that are literally loud. i'm scared this won't go away.
just take it away.
i think goosebumps actually feel gross. it's this creeepy crawly sensation that spreads over your skin like a disease. your shivers go viral.
give me answers, i'm tired of your questions.