otterp0p

this isn't love. this isn't waking up in his arms and feeling perfect and safe and knowing nothing can go wrong. it's not when he kisses your fingers and pulls you closer and makes you feel special. it's not watermelon gum or vanilla perfume or sour patch kids or walking on train tracks. it's not going so high on swings that you can almost touch the sky. it's falling. it's falling so fucking hard that when you hit the ground you forget that it hurts. it's when you wake up and the room is still spinning and your heart is racing too fast. it's when you don't know the difference between this and real life and you're so fucked up you don't car