I'm so sick of cop outs
Tell me the honest to god trust!
strawberrytelle: If somebody were to ever ask me what you were like, I would become inarticulate because I don’t think any amount of metaphors and similes could describe the way my body feels when I can sense your eyes on me, and no amount of make-shift poetry could express the way you make me feel even when you’re nowhere to be found
lilacid: countingtoabillionslow: Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you? WOW.