She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
i’m supposed to dress like snow white on saturday what the fuck am i gonna do i literally don’t have any snow white like clothing at all.jpg
featuring the broom we bought at the flea market and my sleeping bella
i decided i really need to make new friends because i really need to go out more and i want to go to more parties so i joined this study group and i’m excited even tho i bet you i won’t make one fucking friend ugh fuck me and my life
the sj flea market reminds me of the mercado in el salvador
i went to the san jose flea market and ate every sample of every fruit and vegetable and nut that was offered (and not offered) and then i came home and ate a large bowl of sopa de pata and am so bloated and gassy and i’m wearing my high waisted jeans that i’d unbuttoned but had to rebutton because we had guests and i still haven’t unbuttoned them because i’m crazy