This Is What Happens Whenever I Kiss You
I want to keep kissing him until our lungs start shouting in unison, “Hon! Give us a second to breathe!”
I want to keep kissing him until our lungs start shouting in unison, “Hon! Give us a second to breathe!”
If you forget to pay your bills, someone comes and zaps your couch into a tiny machine, but that’s basically the only repercussion.
I’ll think how handsome you must look in your tux, and for one stupid moment, I’ll wonder if you’re wearing the one my mom bought you.
If others couldn’t see my worth, I must not have any.
When they don’t know exactly “who all is coming.”
I’ve been really happy.
Once, I told him I wanted to make the world better from laughter. He laughed. But it wasn’t the good kind.
The movie quotes. Never. Ever. Stop. It’s almost a condition.
“Am I still making myself a priority?”
I guarantee you there are people RIGHT NOW writing 1,500 word articles on the selfishness of our Snapchats, of our selfies, of our 140 character limited late night thoughts.