sad with a hint of horny
I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.
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
how many times have i seen the prettiest girls w the ugliest guys and I’m staring at him wondering if it’s the way the light is hitting his face or smth and she’s looking at me like stay away from my man…listen im just trying to solve a puzzle you beautiful idiot
I feel we’re close enough. I wanna lock in your love.