i loveth my baby hairs though theyre so cute and i want to snuggle with em
i think my biggest internal struggle is that I’m always searching for something, yet continuously finding nothing.
Some things are better left unsaid,
Like when you told me you loved me back.
4 a.m is for the people who’s minds haven’t shut down,that are still spitting out ideas or words for poems that will never be written.
Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
I don’t trust men. None of you. Sorry.