do you have any of the answers? can you spare some fucking wisdom? // journal entry 001
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do you have any of the answers? can you spare some fucking wisdom? // journal entry 001
Start off gentle. Obviously. Lips capturing lips. I want to take it slow. Swipe my tongue along your bottom lip so we’re on the same page. Explore your mouth, your tongue, the roof, your front teeth. Little nips every now and then. Getting reacquainted even though it feels like it’s been a day, not hundreds. Fingers through your hair, on your face, dragging down your arms, under your shirt to run my fingers over your back. Kiss up and down your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. And then build intensity.
You on top of me, one hand down my side, ribs, waist, hips, back up, reacquainting. One forearm holding you up so you don’t crush me - yet. Your mouth down my neck, to my collarbone, leaving little red marks along the way, then back up. I’m wrapping my legs around your waist as your tongue begins working its way down my throat, I’m pulling your full weight onto me, rocking against you, trying to get as close as fucking possible. I’m moaning softly because every. nerve. is on fire. Reacquainting. My hands are gripping your hair tighter and tighter, and you’re pulling me to you as I arch up so there isn’t a single centimeter of space between us.
And you’re just fucking kissing me. Tongues all over, hands running wild, bodies moving but somehow totally in sync.
“you asked me how I wanted you to kiss me. this is my answer.”
poem for @good-vibes-and-blue-eyes <3
I just want to be soft and golden and dappled in sunshine at all times
self love
i had no intention of loving her this much
or at all, really
but then she smiled and it was over
there was nothing i could do
i’ve always hated my addictive personality, but she’s one drug i never wanna get over
turns out im a liar, but mostly to myself
DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT ME? DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO US? A LOVE FULL OF SLAMMED DOORS AND BROKEN PROMISES SCREAMING AND CRYING AND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME PHONE CALLS AT 3AM THAT ALWAYS ENDED UP WITH ONE OF US BLEEDING ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR PLEADING EACH OTHER NOT TO LEAVE NOT TO GIVE UP JUST YET BECAUSE WE BOTH PLAYED OUR HANDS AND WE BOTH ENDED UP LOSING AND NO MATTER HOW CLOSE WE BECAME IT WAS NEVER CLOSE ENOUGH FOR I WAS NEVER YOURS AND YOU NOR MINE I WAS NEVER YOUR JULIET NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISHED YOU WERE MY ROMEO
star-crossed lovers (2018)