“but i have an infinite tenderness for you. that, i’ll always have. all my life long."
— blue is the warmest color (2013)
But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long.
brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, types of hazel eyes idc just as long as u know how to eat this pussy
Out of the blue someone I hadn’t heard from in two decades wrote me an email. It was a long letter mostly detailing what they had been doing in the ensuing years. Then they reminisced about the last time we saw each other way back when. I didn’t remember the event at all, but they did in detail. The gist of it was we were crossing a busy street together when a dog ran out in front of us and was hit square on by a speeding car. The impact was so great that it spun the large dog round and round like a top. I had forgotten this completely and only after reading their description did I have one of those “Oh yeah, I remember that!” moments. It led me to wonder how much else of my life have I forgotten—lost— but other people still possess because they remember. There are so many things that happen to us along the way that we forgot. But someone often does remember them, as we remember things about others that they have forgotten. Isn’t it strange that events in our lives— OUR lives—belong to others now? Unless we see or talk to these people, we will lose these things forever. Yet even without us, those events live on in the lives and minds of people we often forget or never see again. Our lives on their hard drives…
Wing your eyeliner. Paint your nails black. Chin up. You got this. You fucking own this.
skills i have mastered
I want you everywhere, by my side and between my thighs.
I want your flowers in my hair and your name under my nails.
I want you with me, your sugar in my tea, my eyelashes on your sheets.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding.
? why do some of y'all be letting dudes with dirty finger nails finger you