i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
i love sleeping. it’s the only time when you can escape reality.
you think you know someone so well but when you close your eyes can you actually properly picture their face in its entirety? if you focus on the flecks in their eyes you lose the curve of their nose, if you try to pinpoint their freckles the shape of their lips disappear. it scares me
My life goal is to be fluent in Japanese, move to Japan and be the most kawaii bitch out.