our endless conversations about bull shit.

being so high that its like you aren't even real.

feeling you beside me.

that feeling when you know someone you love is leaving & there is nothing you can do to stop it. it makes your heart hurt when you breathe.

i hate olives. all of them. green & black. olives are for whores. the idea of them sounds lovely because at first you're like oh...something salty & then you put it in your mouth & you're like what the fuck just happened. horrible.