seeing title fight and touche amore tomorrow in the city. so. fucking. excited. goal of the night: get a black eye from the pit and eat an amazing falafel. lol.
if i could foretell the future
it would be this. of good morns and hello’s. of yellow refurbished tints of golds and autumn leaves. of soggy tea bags and whispers that trundle under beds. of your falnnel shirt and of my favorite bow. of everything that means “yes.” of kisses and freckles. of love and war and hatred. of your passion; of my tears. of everything bleeding into one beautiful color. of sex and longing. of you and...