I love that I can look at you, and be happy. Happy that you exist, happy that I can call you mine, happy that I can spend countless hours with you doing nothing, talking about nothing and everything all at once, happy that we can be completely silly with each other, happy that when we watch movies I know that you will be curled up next to me, and I can feel your breathing, the air escaping from your lungs is beautiful.
You mean everything to me.
- Me: tells joke from tumblr as if it was my own
- Person: laughs
- Me: I am the worst human being alive
- Me: I stole that
- Me: I don't deserve to be in existence
- Me: I mean Hitler was bad but he told his own jokes
- Me: I should never speak again