Nothing to see here, just another young adult having an existential crisis. Move along.
the thing is literally NO ONE cares if u dont think leggings count as pants. no one. no one cares. everyones gonna keep wearing them as pants. theyre pants. no one cares what u think
I want to tell you that you cause butterflies in my stomach, and take my breath away when you look at me.
I want to play with your hair, and listen to your 2am thoughts.
I want to roll my eyes at your sarcasm, and giggle at your jokes.
I want to kiss you, until my lips are numb.
I want to lie and watch the stars above us, and talk about the universe.
I want to love everything you have grown to hate about yourself.
But mostly, I just want you.