I made a new blog
this ones too crazy now
I hate my dash and I don’t even know what the fuck pops up on it anymore
I’ll still come on this one to find blogs and what not but yes
"This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. This is for you."
I finally managed to drag myself out of bed. Accomplishment.
We should go out somewhere nice. Like, a public bathroom. Find a stall, I'd pin you against the wall and rub my hands against you, kissing you and biting your lip, until you pressed your teeth against my neck to muffle your delightful moans. I'd make you come more than once, so hard you struggled to stand as she walked out. Hands, then on my knees to use my tongue. Fuck, I bet you taste so good.
HOLY SHITTTTTT that would be so fucking good. Dream cm tru xo