Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
sometimes i really want to explore abandoned places but then i remember that i sprint out of rooms after i turn the lights off
most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later
there’s always that one person where you’re like “i literally hate every opinion that comes out of your mouth”
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
I’m glad people can’t read my mind cause all they’d be hearing is me saying lmao to myself