I can't help but being paranoid as hell thinking that you don't receive ANY of my asks... It makes me incredibly sad as well, cause I miss talking to you. One of those moments when you just feel like curling into a ball on your bed and eating ice cream and watching childhood movies.

ticklememikel

I miss you, too, Elms. 

A lot, actually. Any time I ever see a moustache, I think of you. (Which is a lot more of a comment than it kind of sounds, really). 

Tell you what, you curl up in a ball on your bed in Narnia, and I’ll curl up on my bed on mine, we’ll both flip on some Adele and pretend we’re crying together.

That’s called true friendship. Girls who cry together stay friends together.