so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
U deserve a nice boy who texts u back and buys u tacos and doesn’t kiss other girls behind ur back and who makes u laugh and thinks ur funny
young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care
I’ve been coping with the thought of you moving with a lot of greek yogurt and crying so I mean it could be worse, I could be eating chips or smth idk please don’t leave me.