Life is a bitch.. then you die
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
Why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain.
Head in the back seat in the middle of a mall parking lot.
Ramen.
Cuddles.
Halloween movies.
