Although it makes me hurt to think that things will never be the same — painting each other’s faces, having battles of snarky remarks, calling each other late at night when our sentences were no longer cogent or coherent, mapping out the places we’d venture off to next on grease stained napkins, and brushing each other’s fingertips to say soundlessly that we had the other’s back — knowing that she makes you happy is enough for me.
if you like water you already like 60% of me
*pretends to be mentally stable*
youre a 10 and i look like im 10
what are the symptoms of being fergalicious