A love like ours can’t be explained because it’s just you and me, and you’re all I’ll ever need.
When guns are as deeply entrenched in the culture as where I grew up, guns are guns—whether it’s a BB gun, a hunting rifle, or a handgun. I was an adult before I made a definite distinction between them. I’m far from alone in that experience.
One-night stands should be really fun, at least in theory.
It’s weird to be so afraid of dying but also want to die.
Go ice skating together. Find out when open skate is and hit the ice with your partner.
Go to the local zoo in silly Halloween sweaters.
Record a hilarious YouTube video for absolutely no reason.
You own your time.
The thing that you care about matters, so it deserves more from you than an angry post.
Maybe we should be allowed to walk into the fire with a fuckboy by our side until it fades away (because it will).