It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
are you staring at me because you’re checking me out or are you staring at me because i’m ugly
the internet angers me cause I see all these amazing pictures
of such wonderful looking places
that I want to travel and adventure to
but i’m just sitting here like