you are my synesthesia embodied
'Cause I love you, baby, How I love you, darling, How I love you, baby

I'm writing this to you in reverse because my inside is outside


If you've ever wanted to write me, why not do it now?

“In some ways I love everything cause it’s less of a thing than ‘like’, less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in ‘like’ cause even the worst things have things to love in them.
— Cassie Ainsworth, Skins /via

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