I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care.
|—||Midnight thoughts (just in case you wanted to hear it again)|
i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop
It’s the little things that matter, the texts you send saying you missed me, or that cheeky little grin after you insult me. They’re the things that I appreciate the most, far more than anything you could buy me. Knowing that I’m the person that puts a smile on your face is all I will ever need.