I won’t move, until you move me. I won’t stop, until you stop me. I won’t breathe, until you breathe me. I won’t love, until you love me. I won’t leave until you leave me.
All the sexting.
— Warsan Shire
It’s so exhausting, all this pain.
Fuck you braces.
You’re like some form of modern, yet impossibly medieval, torture.
I simply loathe you with every essence of my fucking being.
It is peculiar that we are thousands of miles apart, I don’t know your name or face, I’ve only spoken to you once, and yet I miss you strangely when you’re not present. I was fascinated when the Purple People Eaters made you feel fourteen again, and from that moment of nostalgia you have become the most interesting person I know… that I don’t really know at all.