i want to be here instead of googling russian lit that i never read. fuck.
im so fucking insecure. why don’t you smile like that with me?
i want it to be hot. summer hot. so hot that all you can do is melt on the grass and eat ice cream. so hot that you can barely breathe. when time slows down.
It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live