My she smells like corgi fur and sweets. She tastes like guava juice and lychee. And she really does mean everything to me.
And hopefully...I'll be okay, admiring from afar. 'Cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart.
'Cause she tastes like milk chocolate, and oversized sweaters, and wintertime.
But to her I taste of nothing at all...
And she smells like that one candle her mom burns all the time.
She tastes like jasmine honey tea and some sort of sweet.
You would find her in a polaroid picture.
And she means everything to me
Yes she means everything to me
God, why does she mean everything to me.
(to be clear: I've never kissed her lmao. I don't want to, either. I'm aro.)
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Randomshit that happens only very late at night... or is it perhaps very early in the morning? who knows anymore (i certainly dont)
