When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
I love that precious soul of yours The way your skin stretches over your skeleton And I love your bones. All 260 of them. Since my night was extra shitty, I hope that means your night Was extra sweet I’m not sure thats how it works but if so and that’s the case Id be content with having shitty nights even more often than I do now.
SCHOOL IS STRESSING ME OUT MY WEIGHT IS STRESSING ME OUT ANXIETY IS STRESSING ME OUT MY FUCKING STRESS IS STRESSING ME OUT