I do love you so much. It’s never worn off. It’s never gone away. It just stays curled around my heart. You make it sound like an internal parasite. All right, I won’t try to be poetic.

Hey

You’re so pretty, he lets himself think, gulping hastily when the words begin to creep upwards from his chest, clamoring for escape.

‘she’s very fond of you’ ‘how do you know?’ ‘she talks about you’

I wanna kiss him but like no homo

Who’d want to be human anyway? (Ay ay ay ay)

I wish I had something better to do, but even my own clothes remind me of you.

! Kiss!

i might find myself by retracing my steps, but i don’t remember how i forgot myself

MICHELLE: I’ve been thinking lately about loneliness. Not because I’m lonely, I just like to be ahead of the curve when it comes to thinking about things.

He doesn't remember much nowadays. His therapist called it a trauma response. Figures.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Clothes aquired

Tip 479: There is no place like home. Which is legally anywhere we put you. You granted us that right.