110% Trash

I promised you by the end of your time knowing me, that I’d show you the light that i see inside of you. You’re covering my naked body in kisses and your hair is wild and encompassing my face.

“This is what it feels like to be me.” “I like it”

You’re breathing heavily on your back and you tell me the tips of your fingers are tingling. You’re riddled with questions of inadequacy and this moment is the first time I see it.

I have been trying to distract myself from thinking of you, because you’re not what I need right now.

I remember you tapping your foot nervously and rapping on the table the first time that I met you. I asked you “are you always this high energy?”

I remember the night so clearly. The air was so crisp and cool and as I sat outside chain-smoking cigarettes you sat right next to me and humored my casual first time banter.

And then the next thing that I know you’re naked as the day you were born, clasping the toilet and dry heaving in my bathroom.

I feel as though the nature of our relationship has consistently growing and evolving.

I wish I would’ve known that night what a comfort that you would be to me. I wish I would have known that one day I would show up at your doorstep ankle deep in snow nowhere else to go and you would welcome me in with such a warm embrace.

Ever since I moved it’s been kind of hard for me to find a place that feels like home here. But anytime that I’m around you I feel at home I feel safe and wanted and protected and loved.

It’s absolutely insane and there is no way that if you told me that night how important you would become to me in such a small amount of time, you know… I’d probably laugh and say “what do you mean, the boy upchucking in the bathroom??”

You tell us about the girl in your apartment, long legs and mounds of brown hair under her arms, between her legs. You tell me “she’s the kind of girl who won’t let you be awkward”

She’s sweet, but I don’t know if I see it.

We’re wandering downtown spinning I’m holding your hand.

You’re in my bed and you’re crying, tears streaming down your cheeks and I kiss your forehead.

It’s just a story.

you say I’m your best friend. You’re mine but i haven’t seen you in weeks. Why did you disappear?

There’s so many beautiful women around me tonight. I can’t seem to find my footing.

She says something to you like “She’s just a girl in the bathroom, but you can sing.” And she walks away into the night.

I can’t help myself but to think “I bet she’ll write that in her blog or something”

Narrow path tiles from this set.

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The rest of the tiles can be found here.

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Confirmed mystery island tours!

Mainly cos I need to keep a note of which I’ve seen and what there is out there.

i hope you meant pastel goth haha :) here’s a few for you above - i also have lots of pastel and cute girly stuff if you search thru categories here, because thats my fave stuff! and I also started a “goth” tag too here. 

i find designs on twitter, reddit, facebook, discord, nooks island, custom crossing, google image search, instagram, and probably more that I can’t think of or remember right now. i get my favorite designs from private chats and groups like discord, facebook, imessage, instagram, etc.