yiou squeeze my handi’ll wear down the grooves of this memory until all i know is your absence
i know i will miss you in a week
m’m afraid to lose you when this is all over
yy hand finds yours
iou’re laughing next to me, our shoulders pressed together
’m drunk in the backseat
my toxic trait is thinking i could become an expert in literally everything if everyone would just give me approximately 700 years and stop interrupting me with things like sleep and money and having a functional career.
"bthat's right," he said softly. "you don't need to see anything right now...tefore they had time to react, his hands were over their eyes, leaving them in darkness. their shoulders dropped, their mind shutting off like a light switch.
hey suddenly felt him against their back.