i hope someone has a secret crush on me. at least a little tiny one.like a baby sprout one…like a little drop maybe,a little syrupy drop of crushy crush baby love nectar
I look around and you know what I see? Losers. I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. Their homes, their families . And we’re facing a threat that could destroy us all.
*tries to act cool by not texting back right away but forgets and never texts back*