Be with someone who would drive five hours, just to see you for one.
'hey what's your otp'
i put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh. ‘w-what’s an otp’ i stutter. i take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly. a list falls out of the pocket. it begins to roll. it is going on seven blocks now. i begin to cry.
do you ever just read one little thing that kills you inside
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat
what if instead of gender we all had pokemon types