if you hug me, you aren’t allowed to half ass it. i don’t want that awkward one arm bullshit. I want 100% squeezy, warm, cozy, i-fuckin-mean-it hugs and any less is an indication of WEAKNESS
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
I love old things. Modern things are so cold. I need things that have lived.