"Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives."
"I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive."
"I want to kiss you good morning between your legs and taste your dreams of us."
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
Literally, it. This is it
idk i want to fuck you like a slut and then go out to the movies a watch a cute lil disney film and be cute and give you forehead kisses just cause you’re mine and im able to
"If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself."