Will turn into
Escaping our tired lips.
Our can I call you’s?
Will turn into
Come here and hold me’s.
I’ll scream in the middle of the night,
Will pull me close;
tell me everything’s alright
And I’ll fall asleep.
You’ll come home
And tell me we need to get groceries,
We’ll make a list, and tape it to the fridge
But tomorrow we’ll forget it there
And you’ll blame me,
And I’ll blame you
And we’ll spend a hundred because
We couldn’t remember.
And were both too damn impulsive.
You’ll understand every aspect
Of my condition
But love me all the more.
And I’ll treasure you,
Hold your hand everytime it gets bad
Knowing I am okay,
I’ll wake up in the morning,
To the smell of cooking,
I’ll come down the stairs
Of a house we call ours,
And I’ll kiss the love of my life
As well as goodnight."
It scares the living shit out of me that there are people out there who can empathize with a fetus but not a pregnant person.
I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
"Nothing is impossible. If you want to be with someone, you’ll be with them. No matter the distance, you’ll make each other worth the miles. You won’t let anyone tell you, you can’t be together. You’ll fight for one another because that’s what you do when you love someone. You give it your all. And no matter how hard things get, you fucking stay."
IM LAUGHING SO HARD WE ARE TAKING OUR MATH EXAM AND SOME GIRL JUST YELLED OUT “THERE’S NO WAY I GOT 11 MILLION AS MY FUCKING ANSWER”