Domestic, I Guess

I’m not sure if it’s day

or if the moon is exploding into a thousand shattered reflections

and this is our last night

Writing about assisted suicide(so sad and hard and depressing), just accidentally typed “love” instead of “live”, and in the cutest way possible…

“one obvious indicator of a desire to love would be frequent smiles”

Most adorable Freudian slip ever. But does it even count as a Freudian slip if it isn’t somehow related to having sex with your mother?

These are the tough questions I’m exploring in college.

the smell of you, and even if it isn’t real I can’t get enough of it.