i’m the type of person who will miss you to death but won’t do anything about it because i don’t want to seem like the desperate one
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.
I’m not very good at small talk, I want to talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky, I am terrible at asking about school and weather
I’ve worked it out, you’ll always bring me down. From here on out, I’m doing things for me.