My parents don’t want me, my boyfriend doesn’t want me, I don’t want to do any of this anymore.
Why can’t it all just stop.
I still want to spend every single waking moment with you doing fun things and kissing and cuddling and everything but it seems like you’re just getting sick of me and annoyed at everything I do.
I’m just waiting to be told I’m not good enough again.
I’m really tryna go to Watkins Glen soon if anyone is down.
I have this theory that waking up in a car
means that you’re still dreaming.
So if you ever change your mind
and decide that it might be worth the drive, then just drive.
So we just drive, careless and full of smiles
while the radio plays on the way to some basement.
We do it for the sentiment.
It started as a self-asserted promise.
And now the moon hangs low over us
as we travel to some new destination.
I will be okay. Everything.
We got spot and drove around downtown and it helped a little I think.
I just want to be cuddled and made out with for 4 hours to sorority noise like we used too.
Underboob tats are dangerously attractive to me
Thanks to seb for stretching out my toms when I have the worlds babiest feet ✌️
I wanna go on an adventure but there’s no where to adventure in the city. I want trees and grass and water and long drives on back roads.