Hit them with “cool” and move on
Tell me I’m cute or something so I can like roll my eyes at you but then blush when I think about it later
Tell me I’m cute or something so I can like roll my eyes at you but then blush when I think about it later
you know, the older i get, the more i hate cynicism. isn't it exhausting to always be so bitter about everything? why don't you try a little genuine kindness and understanding and maybe you'll calm down
I ache for depth. I want you to tell me why you feel the need to run away. Tell me why you drink to numb the pain. Tell me what you think about before you fall asleep. Tell me what makes you smile everyday. Tell me why you don’t have a good relationship with your dad. Pour your soul out to me, and I’ll do the same.