I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
You’re going to lose weight, and buy a closet full of new clothes, and whiten your teeth, and cut your hair, and move to a great apartment in a different city, and make new cooler friends. And you’re still going to be unhappy.
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why are my parents always like “go to bed.” i am in bed. im always in bed. you go to bed. stop talking to me.
when a guy walks past you and you catch a whiff of their cologne