being “cute” is really hard because even when youre angry people just kinda giggle at you and say “aw youre so cute when youre angry.” no. stop. recognize my power.
I’m lost in her wishing well,
drowning in her eyes,
and filled with her dreams,
blazing hair that burned like the skies of the sunset,
and lips that met skin as soft as her touch.
My words may not be the most complicated,
but falling in love with you,
was second nature, a sixth sense.
Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.(via whatalovelythought)