December 2011
21 posts
Sometimes, your head eclipses the stars on my ceiling and a strand of your hair hangs across my face. It tickles my forehead in the way that a feather slides across your neck. I’d lift my arm to move it, but I just laugh instead. My brain is so impressionable.
I remember everything.
All I want to do right now is blast Brand New in my room.
I[‘m typinhg btyhisv wiuth my nosed.
Anonymous asked: Are you single?
Ever since we met, ______.
Anonymous asked: you're really cute, js
I want to play some hockey.