I always have a terrible time falling asleep on the few nights following a cuddle fest.
I get it.
But this is bullshit.
I need arms. I dont like needing.
I don’t understand why I can’t control myself with you.
I need to think.
Why can’t I handle myself?
if you arent in the Pandom, I’m judging you.
It is my dream to be peter pan.
I want to meet him so badly.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.
|Shakespeare:||The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars|
|John Green:||Bitch it might be|
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.