why don’t you tell me the things in the back of your mind? i want you to feel comfortable with me so bad..i just don’t know how you can when i am so fuckin’ irrational, which makes you loose respect for me. WHy cant you just see me as real? why do i have to be in the shadows and behind every part of your life? why can’t you talk and tell me all of the political things you’ve been reading or what interests you anymore? if you think there’s nothing to talk about your wrong. their is always something. always
I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.
there’s no better feeling than laying next to the person you love and they don’t know you love them or that you’re in their house again