You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.
I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.
I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.
how do we even decide what our favorite colors are, are our brains just like “i like green because yea”