Rebecca. 20. Boston. Trying to figure this shit out.
i like when we are sitting on the common and you lean on me
i like when you touch my arm when we are talking to our friends
i like when we complain about professors and school and life
i like when you start laughing at absolutely nothing
i like when we whisper “hi” to each other when we don’t want to speak
i like when you ask me if you have any food on your face
i like us.