August 2011
39 posts
July 2011
30 posts
Ahah.
Overheated jeep.
Flat tire.
Beyond squished backseat.
Setting up camp in the dark.
And not a single fuck was given.
damn it. damn it. damn it.
Tonight I went on a date.
I haven’t been on a date in two years.
It was weird, and awkward, and the usual whatthefuckdowetalkabout bullshit.
I had fun. :)
I love my boyfriend so much
inthebackofmytop:
Oh wait, I don’t have one
Lately...
I’ve been trying this new thing, it’s called having fun.
I’ve been less reserved lately, and just a little happy..
I am really enjoying just letting life take over.
When guys wear that one cologne where all you want...
Mmmm
Moving on..
I liked the way your hand felt in mine, the way you played with my fingers, and squeezed them.
So why is it I feel nauseous when I think of you? Why is it I can’t look you in the eye? Why do I wish I never see your face again?
The biggest question, the biggest fear, why am I okay with it being your hand and not his.
