Because, she’ll only toss and turn in frustration, until sadness pulls her into sleep, and tears stain her pillow. You’ll be her first thought when she wakes up, and more than anything, she’ll wish she could go back to sleep, back to the silence, to the empty blackness. Don’t do this to her, she’s worth so much more, if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t care.
trying to make time-sensitive plans with someone who doesn’t text back quickly
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
do you ever just sit around and think I’m in my twenties.
All the time