dolly chloe

chloe ୨ৎ

autumn. iced coffee. ballet flats. lipgloss. pink rose petals. vanilla perfume. matte lip.

a girl written by lizzie young. curly haired princess. bisexual. aquarius. slytherpuff x cabin 10. aoife molloys’ brunette twin. reader. ౨ৎ writer. girlblogger. elvis presley enthusiast. valentine baby. the pink swan. big brown eyes. sleeping beauty herself.

made with angel dust & love. ♡

hate that i made you love me ♡

was it casual when you broke up with your boyfriend and then you started to rub my thighs while we sat next to eachother? or was it casual when you would rub my hand with your thumb or when you rubbed my back when we hugged— which you never seemed to want to pull away from. when you’d stare at my lips more than my eyes when we talked, or when you told me i was beautiful while you sat right up against me? or was it even casual when you would make intense eye contact with me and you couldn’t stop smiling whenever we talked? when you told me you’d date me if you were a boy? when you’d lean back on me on my lap?

i guess it was all normal for you, because maybe im the one who over looked things with you. because you never wanted anything with me, i realized this when you got back with him.

but i wonder if its casual even now. because you say “if you objected at my wedding with him id run away with you.” or was it when you make sexual jokes about us and you don’t confirm if you’re kidding or not.

i still look back at the old videos and photos of us. sometimes our lips would be just a turn of the head away from touching in photos. in videos, we would never look our reflection in the phone— only at eachother in that moment. i remember being so struck by your beauty.

we had always been mutual friends, but then when we got a class together, you became my best friend. i remember when i was first falling for you. your big blue eyes were so wonderful to get lost in, your long blonde hair would shine in the sun, you always had faint pink dust on your cheeks. your smile was so warming. i bet the full, pink lips on that smile— that i couldn’t stop thinking about— are warm, too.

what really drew me in was your heart. i had never met anyone like you. you are so wonderful in so many ways, it melts me. from your selfless heart, to your museum of a mind, to your beautiful soul.

you are also so kind in every way. you’re always there for others, even when you are hurting in your own life, or when that person has done something to you. you always pull through.

all ive wanted is to cherish and make you feel loved, to lie beside you and stroke your cheek and whisper sweet nothings to you.

what hurts more than anything when i think about us, is that the fact you are my best friend. a best friend, the one you’re supposed to gossip about boys to, go to movies together, have sleepovers.. but how can i just be your bestfriend when it hurts when you talk about guys? when i cant take you to the movies as a date? when i cant hold you at the sleepovers?