i have the biggest crush on you.
how cute are socks they’re just like little bags for your feet
I’m not your mother or your ex-girlfriend.
I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time. I’m not sure why I have always put it off. Maybe there’s just always a distraction that comes along. But there are no distractions now; nothing to entertain my waking mind. So I’ve been ruminating on what this means and what I should do. Well hey, the leaves are dying and that’s beautiful too. There’s a lovely view from that seat up there. There’s a great precipice and I approach it, aware. I am no feather.