No thanks! I want to age and experience each and every year. I have so many things to look forward to - I don’t want my age to hinder those experiences. I’m not afraid of dying really.
Jun 20th 2013
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars.
Or something. I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like “Your teeth are flowers.”
or “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. You
are some sweet boy with a good smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m in love with the miracle of your body
beside my body. Love Poems, Clementine von Radics (via eefinem)
I have to wait up late and I’m struggling to stay awake so entertain me!