making out at a party, music muted but vibrating through the walls and stopping to look at them
driving at night with the windows down and the lights passing over your face as you smile slightly
speeding through the summer sun with some friends in the back of the car and you all sing along
walking around with the sun on your back and feeling a warm glow take grip
dancing in silhouette somewhere seedy and flirting with your eyes
i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over
can you make coherent fucking sense for one post
You jost want me to pesinny on dizash… Welp heerg yow go. All froshed, bottered, bustering and browled.
Ceramics by Clémentine de Chabaneix.
egg
literally just bought one
“What time is it?”
“Time for you to get a watch!“
*gunshots* *sCREAMING*
Ripped my pants