when you’re a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you’re an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such
sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.
being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study and i can write, let’s just be near each other
