i wish we had like a class together where we didn’t know anyone.
so we could like sit together and like talk and like not care about our friends looking at us.
jesus. he needs to ask me out like right now.
i’m stalking his facebook.
he’s so cute.
he talks faux-swag.
he was literally the cutest child.
is it completely creepy if I want to make that picture my background on my phone?
he got sick. how cute!
i wish i knew.
why is he so adorable?
Your consume my thoughts.
The only time you’re not in my mind is when I’m actually talking to you.
When I’m talking to you, I lose myself.
I don’t process what I say or what I do.
What gets to me the most is how tangible all this feels.