September 2010
How delightful the realization that upon spending hours in your arms, your scent has woven itself into the threads of my clothing and permeated my soft, thin skin.
“We’re teenagers. We’re still learning. Shit happens. We cheat, we lie, we...”
– (via jaimewhite)
“I love those kind of nights that turn out unexpectedly good, great, and...”
– (via anthonyyyy)
