It’s 12 am and all I want is to be tangled up in my sheets with you.
NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWERING AND PUTTING ON A BIG TSHIRT AND GETTING INTO BED WITH CLEAN SHEETS LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS
I’m drunkkkkk and I feel sasa fucking weird
My boys ordering pizza fuck yeaaa sounds so good right knoww
my last words are probably going to be ‘wait what’
Did u sit in sugar cause u got a sweet ass
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops