You have one of the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve ever seen and I swear I can look at them forever.
We tend to be so caught up with our imagination that we forget about reality.
The feeling of your heart sinking into your stomach or a sharp object piercing through your heart, is it weird that I enjoy making myself feel that way or that I let the feeling reoccur repetitively?
Was so close in ending this shit off today. This is why I hate being at home. It just brings all this negativity to me.