The 4am ache
In your chest when all you want is to hold her.
Every time. Makes me smile.
Yeah I'm cute. What you make me feel. Ich liebe dich Kätzchen.
I'll be the one with chocolate and coffee.
Meet you under the tree of love mama
Valentine's
She makes me happy. Laughing. Smiling. That naughty smirk when she's up to something. She makes me proud. Fighting for her dreams. Being so fucking good at it. Never giving up. She makes me stand there with my tongue hanging out. The black dress. The red one. My shirt and not much else. She makes me grateful. She loves me. She stands by me. She forgives me. E? I'm so grateful for you. Thank you mama. For loving me.
Cause I like you.
Like I said, someone wrote our song.
Dear anon.
I have no idea what’s wrong with you, seriously, but just know that you’re wasting your time. I deleted every single hateful message from you, mostly unread. Maybe you should really start thinking about using all that time and energy to do something meaningful with it. I don’t care about your ramblings and if you hate mine so much, just don’t visit my blog. It’s really easy. I like what I like, I post what I post and I’m not gonna change anything about myself, my behavior or my blog just because of some pathetic coward hiding behind an Anonymous button. If you feel the urge to continue, sure, just know that it’s not affecting me. I don’t know you. You don’t matter to me, just like your opinion. So I will continue deleting your stuff and I hope that eventually you’ll realize that none of this makes any sense.
That's my girl. Classy and smart.
KISS
I don’t want to kiss you. I truly don’t. I want to make your heart stop, Or at least skip a beat. I don’t want to kiss you. I want to take your breath away. I want you to say Breathing isn’t fun if I’m not Breathing you in. I don’t want to kiss you. I want to stop time together. We will get so lost in the moment, Every second will feel like an eternity. I don’t want to kiss you. I want to put a curse on your lips. Everything that tasted good before Will pale in comparison To the taste of my lips on yours. I don’t want to kiss you. A mere kiss would never be enough. What I want for you Will be not a mere fleeting moment, But everlasting bliss. I don’t want to kiss you.
That pretty much sums it up.