I think love isn’t the cuddling and kissing and hand holding. I think it’s the aftermath, when you miss their scent in the house or their snort when they giggle or the sound of their voice. Cause anyone can kiss and cuddle and it not mean a thing, but to miss is to love. It’s a beautiful thing, to miss someone’s smile.
i struggle between wanting to stay up late and wanting extra hours of sleep
my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen
me: but its dark and scary