drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@sydleroux15
drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.
“Why complicate life? Missing somebody? - Call. Wanna meet up? - Invite. Wanna be understood? - Explain. Have questions? - Ask. Don’t like something? - Say it. Like something? - State it. Want something? Ask for it. Love someone? - Tell it. We just have one life. Keep it simple.”
— Unknown
all i want is to be well-read, well-spoken, and well-loved.
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
— George Bernard Shaw
U ever just...wanna hide ur face in someone's neck and..... Sleep
“Maybe love isn't what we've been told. maybe it's not all romance or attraction. maybe love is a friend. someone who understands you. someone who'll be there for you... even at your worst."
— R. M. Drake
"Im proud of you" just hits different
you better masturbate to the thought of me
You better tell me about it with all the details
i’m trying my hardest to not act how i feel.
literally every day i say to myself “wow i’m having a really bad one today” like girl i think this is just your life.
Kink: When people text me when I'm sleeping
so are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)
“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”
— Myra McEntire