#20june2014

For all the pictures when the One Direction Boys smashed Paris!

What I want is to wake up with the scent of you (your hands caressing the side of my hips or maybe curled around my chest) because to smell you first thing in the morning is way better than the smell of bacons and eggs being cooked for breakfast. I want to fold you just so I can measure the amount of space I’d be filling when you leave or maybe I could just fold you and hide you in the cabinet where clothes I no longer use are kept so you cant run. You cant runaway from me. There’d be so much cracks in the walls and light would get in and I would be blinded and I don’t want that to happen because I only want to see your face light up when I tell you, “Good morning, my darling. What do you want for breakfast?”