alicent hightower

maybe we can be friends

not to brag but i can draw your face drom memory

i feel wicked

this is unfair

every time i want to off myself, i think about my baby brothers

we kissed after a year of being apart in every way. when your lips touched mine, i waited. i waited for your flavor to explode in my mouth. i waited as you sucked onto my upper lip. i waited, but it didn't come. your lips, still the softest pair i have ever kissed, tasted like nothing. you tasted like you were just another part of me. i'm not really sure how to feel about that. i wonder if that was the same for you, or did i taste like a stranger?

you are a drug to me. one drop, and im addicted. now i dont know how to stop again.