my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do."
Anonymous said: This is gonna sound so stupid but what is a fuckboy? lol
- timothy over here askin’ for nudes when all u did was say hello
- connor who won’t calm down with his axe spray tryna infect ya lungs
- colin adding #420 to his bio when he smoked weed one time
- gregory mad cause u didn’t blow him after the first date
how to spot a fuckboy:
- white nike tube socks with his adidas sandals
- he wants to play 20 questions (!!!!!!!!! do not play !!!!!!!!!!! especially if there’s a “;)” involved)
- relies on his mom but doesn’t respect women
- looks like he just read one of jaden smith’s tweets in all of his selfies
- can’t find the clitoris
fuckboys come in all shapes and sizes and results may vary but when he a fuckboy…he a fuckboy…and u will know
1. He compares you to the sea. It could bring him all rage round, and it’s the reason why we have rain falling from the skies. There will be tsunamis and whirlpools. But goddamn, even when you were a storm, you’re beautiful.
2. You think you were the only one who stares at him at night. Ha ha, good one. He actually looks at you, just plain staring. He has you in his arms and you know what will he think? That you’re the most fragile thing in the world. His fingers would play a graceful dance of ballet in your hair, and it takes all the self-control a man has to remove his attached skin from yours - just to make you breakfast.
3. You’re changing him.
4. He keeps a photograph of you in his pocket. He stares at it when he takes the subway from and to work, he showed it to his mom twice and thoughts were on constant rebirth in his mind when he takes a look at it. The good and the bad thoughts.
5. He has started to appreciate beauty again. Moisten windows, your fingertips, your rants, your scars, your facial expressions, your stubbornness, how you like your cereals with salt, and your thin lips.
6. You’re his fucking life."