Me, with my indie folk gf
Her: The cider on my tongue is hot with false rememberings and that’s what summer means to me
Me: Yo, what the fuck do you ever be talking about?
(via lovlae)
I love the way her breathing changes as soon as I touch her body.-(via yourlifeisyourmessage)
Her: The cider on my tongue is hot with false rememberings and that’s what summer means to me
Me: Yo, what the fuck do you ever be talking about?
(via lovlae)
