Sometimes you meet someone and it feels like your quiet thoughts suddenly have a soundtrack. Like they speak the language of the unsaid things, the ones you only whisper to yourself. And just knowing that exists, even from a distance, brings a certain kind of gentle ease. I'm the perfect freshman slut
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