god i HATE it when shit i saw on facebook actually makes me laugh
alien
your eyes meet across the party
you’ve never seen them before and don’t know their name but you want to find out every secret they’ve ever had. you’d spend the rest of the night at their side, trying to win one dance. the colour of their eyes is your new favourite shade.
sunday morning with my baby
soft sheets. messy hair. tangled limbs. warmth seeping through the curtains. knowing you have nowhere to be. kisses before toothpaste. stillness. contentment. being with your person.
making out in the backseat
in the backseat of the car. your makeout soundtrack drowns out anything but your feelings. your lips are moving with the lips of the person who makes a fire burn inside you.
driving with the person you love
the wind is in your hair. the streets are empty. the radio is too loud. all you know is that you’re in love with the person in the seat beside you.
contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol
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