toast

Let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fist of the things that we promised to do differently next time

we are the kids

I look fly, I look good. Touch my swag, wish you could

Can I get a taste?!

I've been waiting to wrap my hands around your waist and kiss your face, wouldn't trade this feeling for nothing. Not even for a minute. And I'll sit here as long as it takes to get you all alone, but as soon as you come walking my way, you're gonna hear me say 'there goes my baaaaby'

mindless games

Practice makes perfect, and too much makes you a whore

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he says things a little too wel and comes off a little too cute

drowning

You know what's the most terrifying thing about admitting that you're in love? You're just naked. You put yourself in harm's way and you lay down all your defenses. No clothes, no weapons. Nowhere to hide, completely vulnerable. The only thing that makes it tolerable is to believe the other person loves you back and you can trust them not to hurt you.