And I’ll always think the world of you
I wanna waste my summer nights with you.
them nights when you wish someone was just laid next to you cuddling you or just fucking the shit out of you
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time