sometimes just existing in the same space as someone is so lovely. sitting on a couch together, not speaking. you, seated next to me reading separately and listening to music. even if we aren’t exchanging words, there’s a comfortable silence and the love is always there.
america? don’t know her
“i don’t watch tv” proudly says a person who spend 8 hours a day in the internet
ME
me looking in the mirror: idk who this bitch is but I’ll do her makeup I guess
I’m really boring if I’m not comfortable with you
