I used to wonder what your lips felt like,
I used to crave feeling so small next to you.
Now every time I close my eyes I can’t stop picturing you.
I’ve never been so afraid to just forget.
I swear I stopped breathing when you weren’t by my side,
And the whole time you kept me just far enough,
That you could save me just when my lips started to turn blue,
Or I started to learn to breathe on my own.
Now here I am, breathing in and out.
All on my own.
But I’m afraid of living.
how much do islands cost i want one
Less than a college education
what the fuck
Quits college, buys island instead
Ever sent a snap and noticed you look pretty cute and should document it?
I’m a little tea pot
Bored as fuck!