We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
i love how some girls are soft and delicate and wear floral dresses and how some are fuckin hardcore and have short hair and are rad as hell and how others are a mix of the two
girls are so great
Lights strung in blanket forts to giggle into the wee hours of the night… It’s not just for children, it’s also for the child in you. Make one, crawl in and have an adventure tonight!
Could I just live in one. Could that be a thing.
I hate when you get hit with those random feelings of panic and the nagging sense that something isnt right even though everything around you looks fine and you’re just standing there staring with your heart rate steadily increasing and your hands trembling and you’re so frustrated because you don’t know what’s wrong or what you’re so scared about and man I just really hate that