I want you.
I want your hands locked with mine. I want our bodies to press. I want our eyes to connect. I want you to kiss me with force, but I will return that power. I want to bite your ears and neck, and hear you moan. I want to leave you with the feeling that with me, you’ll never be alone.
isn’t it weird that we have one hand that knows how to do everything and then one hand that just sits there like “I don’t know how to hold a pencil”
Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
DO U EVER JUST REMEMBER SOMEONE WHO PRETTY MUCH FUCKED UP YOUR LIFE AND THEN UR LIKE WOW I WAS SO FUCKING STUPID TO ALLOW THEM INTO MY LIFE FOR A STARTERS WHY DIDN’T I PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WHILE I HAD THE CHANCE I’M GLAD THEY ARE GONE NOW
i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then
everything, good and bad, is happening exactly the way it needs to. take a deep breath, and keep on going.