Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
if we skyping best believe im looking at myself in that lil window not u
you ever think about the other sperm you beat out to exist?
the concert pianists?
but you, the tumblr blogger