pool time - by matthew
El Paraiso de los Angeles - Puerto Angel, Mexico
ok im tired of the bullshit
wheres the queen mosquito?? if i beat her ass all the other ones die right?? how many health bars does she have?
❝ Honey is the way your words drip into my heart like starlight. it’s your lethargic coexistence with everything around you, the way your hands crescendo slowly to the exhales of the sea. the gold in your veins courses through you like lightning, yet you’re never in a rush to live. instead, you beckon me back to bed. my skin sticks to yours under the sweltering heat and i think i find home in the spaces between your fingers. you hold my name in your hands like the letters are made out of porcelain. nothing has ever felt sweeter. ❞
—
Jas (via
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I find home in the spaces between your fingers.
This is so sweet
(via norockwithoutplastic)
❝ And after all the hurt, it’s still me who’s sorry. ❞
— Ten word story (via i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d)
