Hell is when people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.
Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when you’re up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good.
HOW DO PEOPLE READ WITH THE SLEEVE ON THE HARD COVER BOOK?! i JUST CAN’T
IDK I JUST FEEL WEIRD WHEN ITS NOT ON
I JUST FEEL SO MUCH MORE RELAXED WHEN THE BOOK’S NOT WEARING CLOTHES TO IMPRESS ME. JUST THE HARD BOOK IN MY HANDS
THIS JUST GOT SEXUAL REALLY QUICKLY