“When I was 17, I fell in love with a boy who kissed me too hard and left finger prints in my skin. He laughed too loud and left me with nothing but tangled hair and an empty bed and the taste of him still in my mouth.
A few months later I met a boy with paint under his fingernails and rocks in his pockets. He brushed my hair out of my eyes and when he kissed me he tasted like the sea.”
- tinywinglessangel (j.c)

















