I’ve decided I want to be cremated. Not when I die, just whenever. Surprise me.
I’m moody as fuck so if you want a relationship/friendship with me understand that there will be days that I will not care for your presence even though you did nothing wrong followed by days where you’ll be the only person that I want to talk to despite having nothing to say.
You’d destroy me, and I’d let you.
You can never laugh too much or have too many orgasms.
I refuse to go back to not liking who I was.
Be with someone who talks about you like you put stars in the sky.