She’s lost
Can’t help but hear the “for now” at the end the sentence
Different lips, same words (I love you)
The whole room spinning
Damage of old love infinite
Feelings explored no innocence
Different hands, same caress (I need you)
New sensation, a ghost whisper trailing behind new touch
Reminding nothing last forever
Two steps forward
A million steps regressed
daydreaming about stuff that’s probably never going to happen is my favorite hobby
I would like one large order of intimacy and affection pls. With fries.
*jamacian voice* we nah av dat!
You gonna get that job, get that car, house/apartment, and then you gon find you a lil boo who gon listen and y’all gon be happy.
Reblog it into existence
may we attract people with genuine intentions.
my talents include: fucking things up, and being a fucking idiot
