hold onto the memories, they will hold onto you

saying “come over” to someone who lives 92657 miles away

i love when taylor writes about kissing a girl named betty in her garden and on her porch in front of her stupid friends and when she writes about having an illicit affair with a woman who leaves her perfume she bought for her husband at home so her scent doesn’t fill up taylor’s place when she visits and when she writes about being seven and loving the braids in a girls hair and promising to move away with her so neither of you ever have to live in the closet anymore and when she writes about wearing betty’s cardigan while betty dances in her levi’s drunk under the streetlights and when taylor writes about girls-

man listen…… i just want to decorate my house with th love of my life 

I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us, and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating, and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.

imagine someone half asleep on ur chest and curled up in ur arms... and as u play with their hair they make satisfied sleepy noises and no one matters but the two of u

this isn’t fun anymore i need a kiss