one day you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die.

you find a stumble in his step. you find water in the lines of his fading smile. you find that the house has not changed in a structural sense, but your clothes are in a box and you can’t find the scissors.

he sleeps, in this place you call home as a point of reference. you are desperately homesick for every moment you’ve ever lived.

"Being happy isn’t having everything in your life perfect. Maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things."

- A Brashares

There is only one rule on this wild playground. Have fun my dear, my dear, have fun.

Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.