what if u woke up tomorrow and it was the first day of seventh grade and everythings that happened since then was just a dream
i would take that opportunity to use everything i learned to fucking crush my enemies and get rid of all the toxic fucking people in my life and tell them to fuck off
they wouldn’t take me seriously because they’re middle schoolers but i would know
i would know
- Me most of the year: Want that. Want that. Want that.
- Me near my birthday & Christmas: I CANNOT THINK OF A SINGLE THING I WANT.
You know what’s creepy about Humpty Dumpty?
They never said he was an egg.
I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.