I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it.
I didn’t love him.
I barely liked him.
But he was heat at the peak of summer,
and he kissed like I was his last meal—
And I was looking for a body to drown in.
Back then, I had a candy-coated heart,
like flowers tucked in the pages of a hymnal,
and he had the thick, calloused hands
of a working man.
He talked like a friend,
but touched like an animal
and my bubblegum chest wanted that
in ways it couldn’t understand yet.
He asked what colors I kissed in
and the poet in me cracked open and spilled over—
Exposed like an open wound,
like all the soft, pink parts of me
I didn’t know about.
He was a means to an end:
my Machiavellian loss of innocence.
I don’t regret him,
but sometimes I wish I did.
-First, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
Is this an original thought or am I just remembering it, a novel by me
(Source: uglypnis, via butitwasalljustadream)
She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
(Source: parachute3s, via butitwasalljustadream)
No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in.
-Dan Campbell (via lolaandwillow)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via merchandice)
when someone keeps trying to take a pic of u when u already said no
(Source: guy, via teamrocketing)