It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
everyone has that one bra that makes everything okay
even the boys?
We have that one brah that makes everything okay
maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad
Can u believe there are plants that are illegal
Can you believe there is love that is illegal