i just wanted to thank everyone who has followed me.
i won’t be using this blog anymore, i have moved on to another. if you’d like the link to that, please message me. i’m moving on from this blog because it holds a lot of bad memories. it’s crazy how much has happened in such a short time. but i’m looking forward to the future, and am actually pretty happy and positive for the first time in a very long time.
thanks for understanding :)
Just finished The Lucky One.
The book is fucking amazing. I cried, at work while reading it. Laughed out loud. Smiled. I don’t care. I love good books like that where you get so engrossed in them, that nothing else matters. I was getting pissed at customers walking in, because I had to keep reading.
And idk. I guess I learned a little bit from it, too. About myself. And..I think that’s what is important in reading.
K. Back to reality.
Just listened to my first One Direction song. Sad to report that I liked it. Am I 14?
We get home around midnight.
And your hair is everywhere.
Tequila and mango and Saturday night live and you’re sitting on my kitchen counter with your legs wrapped around me. And you pull me into you. Your hands felt so soft on my face. Like cotton. Or clouds.
If clouds are even soft.
And you kiss my lips. And my head explodes. And my heart stops. And the fear of my dad turning around from the couch to look at us.
I pull you down off of the counter and we go into my room. The lights are on and the door is open but I don’t care. Because you’re sitting on my bed leaning up into me and your hand on my waist. And I push you down to kiss you harder.
And it’s nights like that, that remind me why I fight so hard.
And two hours later, we’re exhausted and out of breath again. Your arms and legs wrapped around my entire body like you’re attached to me. Because you are attached to me. Stay this way, please, I think to myself. And we smoke out my bedroom window and cling to the blankets in the 34 degree weather.
Falling asleep in tshirts and underwear, your body. Your cheeks so rested. Your cold butt at 4am and the way you grab me in the middle of the night in your sleep.
I want the people who reblog me all the time to message me.
I wanna talk to you.
Also, headaches will be the death of me. So do it before I die.
“I know. But you just have to decide if it’s all worth being heartbroken everyday for one night of fun every once in awhile.”
I just laughed out loud while watching a porn. It was funny. And they were laughing. Nevermind. This isn’t funny, only to me.
