my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
This post kills me.
it really just tugs on every heart string you have because the image of the person you care about so much pops in your head and yeah this is making me depressed.
my middle name is actually $
Sometimes I wonder: Do I have friends? Or do I just have climbing partners?
Regardless of how tired i am, it’s impossible to go to bed before midnight