You plague my thoughts every day, every hour, every minute. Not bad thoughts, though. They are thoughts of lingering kisses, gentle caresses, ones that can only happen in a moment of joy with one another where all our thoughts are on making that moment memorable. A moment that will live on in my mind when I’m trying to fall asleep and everything I think of brings me back to the pure bliss of that momentary pause longer of a kiss. I close my eyes and try to remember how the tip of your fingers dabbled along my side and I smile again for you love every inch of my body and you make me feel comfortable in my own skin. M.H. (via diaryofafashionistaotg)
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b—reathe-me:

I feel like a bad friend

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