#love letters

you, yes YOU!! tell me something you like about your writing right neow!!!

reo doesn’t ever get sick (mr perfect /evil) so if you get a cold or something he genuinely acts like you died in front of him and weeps over your body while you sleep it off

i’m not really the kind of person who faints so unfortunately can’t scare him like that but i do think the first time i come home in the middle of the workday (he’s my stay at home boyfriend during the offseason) and don’t say anything to him just go straight to bed with a fever of 103 he freaks out and i wake up with his like on call medical team in our bedroom and i almost break the doctor’s nose bc i’m like WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU IN MY (his) HOME

your f/o talking in your native language with a little accent. you understand

when your coffee tastes good today and you start thinking god has forgiven you

making out in the summer sun while you're both sweaty and smelling like coconut and surf and sunscreen, and maybe that one drink you had hits a little too hard, and when he kisses you, you taste like salt and lime and the good, expensive tequila. and there's sand on his palm when he slides it along the curve of your ass, and you feel him get hard through his swim trunks when you lace your fingers into his hair and kiss him even deeper. your skin is slick and warm, his mouth is dangerous and his tongue is soft, and the sun seeps into every fiber of your being. the world falls away, and he licks the salt from your skin, and you know in your heart that it's just a summer thing but you can't bring yourself to think beyond tonight..

several italian men hit on me today my god what was in the air

i had already had a glass and a half of wine and was coming from a french poetry reading and when they were speaking italian to me i was like I UNDERSTAND HALF OF EVERY WORD YOU SAY.