everytime i go to my blog i cry a little because of its perfection
It’s been too long, but I’m the only one out of both of us that accepts this and isn’t indenial about the feelings.
You know those moments when we’re laying down talking, our bodies intertwined, and you subtly start playing with my hair? Those are the some of the moments that make me fall deeper, and more madly in love with you. Those are the memories that will forever be etched into my bones, my thoughts, my entire being. Those fragile, vulnerable moments and memories that make up me and you.
i’m usually like
use your mouth for something useful