Sam smiled as he ran his hand along your fingers lightly.
"Tell me something about you," he said quietly.
"Like what?" you grinned.
"Anything. Everything. Tell me something no one else knows." Now that was an opening. You wanted to tell him exactly how you felt about him, how he made the sun rise each day for you, but you smiled to yourself, thinking maybe you should ease him into it.
how am i supposed to forget you when every time i go outside i see things that remind me of you
- garbage cans
- dog shit
- asshole people
- those babies that you want to punch in the face because they wont stop crying no matter what
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence
That’s one of the sickest burns I’ve ever read.