i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops
“I couldn’t take my lips off of you. No matter how hard I tried to pull my lips away from your skin. I couldn’t. I was hungry.. burning up inside. Your gravity had a hold on me… You fed my soul. So powerful and so humbling to be trapped in orbit around your body. I just wanted more.”—August J (via sexual-feelings)
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.