you're proabably sleeping, drooling on your childhood pillow somewhere, wrapped up in blankets like i want you to be wrapped up in me and you might be lying awake, texting one of your friends in an old knit sweater which scratches the back of your neck, but it's so warm and cozy, you don't mind at all but the rain still hits your window like it hits mine and oh god, i'd kill to be in the same space as you, listening to the seasons pass so uninterrupted, and counting the seconds between thunder and lightning k.n.
THIS! IS! NOT! TUMBLR!!!!! OH MY GOD JUST LEAVE THE THINGS FROM TUMBLR ON TUMBLR THEY ARE NOT YOURS YOU ARE NOT BEING ORIGINAL THE TOP QUOTES ARE ALL THINGS FROM TUMBLR AND IT'S ANNOYING OH MY GOODNESS JUST STOP PLEASE thanks.
my fantastic plan: at my funeral there is going to be a closed casket and then it will be opened to reveal that i am not inside. instead, they will turn on the ceiling fan and my lifeless body will swing around the room while the space jam theme song is playing in the background.