To keep their little heads from fallin in the snow, and i turn round and there you go.
And michael you would fall, and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime."
This party blows!
Those warm summer nights where I clinged to you.
Our bodies damped with perspiration.
My lips touching yours.
Your tounge touching mine.
Your arms wrapped around my hips.
My arms around your neck.
Babe, how I long for those days again.
Thank you Emely.
Your flowers are withering.
Your mother’s gone missing,
Your leaves have drifted away.
Drama, save it for theatre.
Lying, save it for yourself.
See, I don’t put up with the hoeshit.
Nonetheless your shit.
Remember, talk shit… get hit.
<3
I’m so glad that I just found someone else one tumblr who actually knows how to blog. Loving reading your stuff :)
I have no idea what inanimate means sadly.
“I’m so ugly but that’s okay cause so are you”<3
“He’s a dropout”.. “He’s too old”.. “He doesn’t love you”.. This is all I ever hear about our relationship. “He’ll be successful”.. “Age doesn’t matter”.. “I can tell that yal love each other”.. Those are things I never hear about our relationship.. Does anyone ever have anything good to say about our relationship? Apparently not. They just don’t know how jubilant you make me feel. My happiness is on you to blame, but it’s sad how they don’t even give you credit for it. They are envious of what we have, and honestly I don’t blame them. They can say what they want, but you and me will get through it just like we have in the past. I love you and you love me, and that is something that they just don’t know.
