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
One nation, under Canada, above Mexico.
with liberty and justice for some
trusting and opening to people is becoming hard. keeping my grades up is becoming hard. feeling pretty and confident is becoming hard. thinking joyful thoughts are becoming hard. doing work is becoming hard. maintaining a friendship is becoming hard. doing everything is becoming hard and i don’t like it.