Now that I think about it, there is only one person who I’ve really known all my childhood up until now. One person that I know will always be there for me when I need them. One person that will stand by me regardless what mistakes I may make. They’ll be there to set me straight and help me out. And I’m proud and grateful to say that I can do the same for them. And I’m thankful for them. They know who they are. Thank you.
There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.
ok but i’m also a bad person sometimes
How relationships work:
I like your butt.
However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.
But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.