me and torrie
if this wasn’t your reaction while watching the vma performance then you’re a fake monster
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
Do you ever feel like you just want to leave for a year and then come back to see how different everything is? To not keep in contact with anyone, and just leave without warning. To just live the way that you want for a whole year, and then to come back and see how everything has changed? That’s what I want right now, so badly.
At panera, enjoying me time.