The feeling of safety is what I miss. When I’m sleeping with someone I care about, I feel protected. When their arms are around you, anything could happen, but it wouldn’t matter because the pull of their arm and the warmth of their body shows that they are there. Their heartbeat intertwines with yours, for one moment you feel like one. This is what I miss.
yeah i really hate when my mom takes my good pillow
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never forget
I hate the fucking world. Girl bye.
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- Me: *sits in towel for 6 months after showering*





