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I’m bored.
You intimidate me because you’re very Chill and I have very little chill so I don’t really talk to you much but I think you’re cool as hell.
I miss you even though we don’t talk as much as we used to. You’re family. It makes me happy to see you doing such cool shit. I told you so.
My ride or die. I love you bitch. I ain’t never going to stop loving you, bitch.
I don’t know where I met you and this plagues me every time I see you! We made eye contact once in the union and I recognized you and then like two hours later you requested me on FB. I’m not mad though you have great energy and very cool style.
You’re just you and totally into that and it really inspires me. Sometimes I’ll be needlessly critical of myself and then think “we’ll what would they think?” And then I say fuck it this thing is cool and it makes me happy. I do that because of you. So thank you.
I wish I had your outer facade of calm. I say facade because no one can be that chill all the time can they? Maybe you can. Either way, respect. I admire the way you keep your cool.
You have a little chaotic streak in you and I feel like we feed off of each other’s ridiculousness when we’re together and I really enjoy that. Also you make super cool art. Like who even are you, amazing.
I’m not sure if we’ve ever met irl which is funny because we go to the same school. I really enjoy your Twitter though and I feel like we’d get along in the real world.
You’re one of the baddest bitches I know in a very quiet way. You’re thoughtful and kind and fucking hilarious. I wish I got to hang out with you more.
You are absolutely adorable and have some of the best energy of any person I’ve ever encountered. I’m so excited to see what you do.
