Proof I have to be doing something with my hands while in class. If it’s not doodling it’s molding my kneaded eraser.
Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer until the trip was over
And would it be okay if I didn’t know the way
I try to tell myself all the time that I’m not a sappy person. I don’t listen to sappy love songs on repeat. That last sentence is a lie.