As humans, we ruin everything we touch, including each other.
i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe
|3rd Grade Teacher:||Billy, what is your favorite vegetable?|
|3rd Grade Teacher:||Bruh|
I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.