something I’ve learned: feelings can be washed away if you allow them to be.
happiness can be found if you create it.
Showers can wash away anything. Smoke, dirt, tears, his touch, his words.
not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”
i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe