Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.
THANK HEAVENS IM BLACK
THIS is FUCKING PENCIL!
can never get over these
what the heck man
this deserves all of the recognition in the world
omfg this is the best thing i have ever seen
THIS IS FUCKING EYE PORN