Faith

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

i want to be slutty but only with one person u feel me

can i snuggle into your chest and forget about everything for a little while?

I want someone to kiss my neck & tell me how much they want me

Hi, excuse me, I’m ready to be… your wife

The internal argument you have with yourself when you start having feelings for a straight girl

if she’s your girl why is she infiltrating area 51 with me

Eye contact, then that little smile

I miss my girlfriend who’s not my girlfriend, but I want her to be my girlfriend.

fuck me up