this is hot.
(via evangelworldorder)
The last person I did this to still wants to know when I’ll visit again. I wish I could give her an answer :-(
KikiFiyah: This is how to get steak brought to you in bed, on game day.
I wrote your name across the stars/With ink conjured of hope/And on the tablet that is my heart/I breathed your words untold.”
Ummmm, yeah, this pretty much how I’m feeling right now.
