DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU READ DEATHLY HALLOWS AND FOR A BIT YOU HONESTLY THOUGH HARRY WAS GOING TO DIE AND THAT HE WAS DEAD AND THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO IT WAS JUST ENDING YOUR HARRY WHO YOU HAD WATCHED GROW UP FOR SEVEN BOOKS WAS D E A D AND YOU HAD NO CLUE THAT IT WASNT THE END OF EVERYTHING
isn’t it weird that like we are born with instincts? like your mom and dad fucked and then that sperm and egg did a thing and then boom it instantly knows shit like wtf. do sperm and eggs have half thoughts and when you combine them they make a whole thought? don’t do drugs kids.
All I really want right now is for someone to sleep with me, like actually fall asleep with me. Wrapped up in my arms, tucked tightly under the blankets and our legs intertwined. And then just be there in the morning when I open my eyes, please.