Its the day i have been waiting for and you ruined it as easy as how you put happiness that shook me all over my body. Could you care a little about how someone’s feeling can get hurt and torn to little pieces? Like you used to.
behindmyteeth: i will write my poems on your skin with my mouth, breathing each syllable onto each inch of your neck, forming constellations from your freckles, tracing the outline of your body against mine. we won’t need pens to write our poems anymore.
and i want to feel it once again because it’s been forever since i felt how breath taking and wonderful it is to wake up to the face of someone we love.
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. We made love just looking at them.– Charles Bukowski (via youngfolksociety)
senpaixvx: who wants to make out and then nap