i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”
YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN
YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN
i just want a small apartment with a light pastel aesthetic on a high floor in a rainy city with soft cotton white curtains and old comfy furniture and minimalistic shelves and mini cacti on my window sill
Why are we talking to each other in English?