who do you think you are? running around leaving scars. collecting your jar of hearts. tearing love apart.
I’ve been thinking lately about finally deleting your number. I have racked my brain and certainly can’t come up with an instance where I would need or want to talk to you. but still, I just can’t bring myself to do it.
do you ever just want to go outside in the middle of the night and walk around and not actually do anything just observe and think and stuff