When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
- All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via nationalpopleagues)
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
(via busyreadingerotica)Tyler Knott Gregson
p.sc (via goodwinmacalister)
Paris et lui me manquent.(via je-vais-regretter-rien)