Sometimes I miss you, but then I remind myself that we have become two completely different people. Maybe one day, somewhere down the line, our paths will cross again. Hopefully we are not so different then.
i love BOYS BODIES I LOVE THEIR BACKS AND THEIR ARMS AND THEIR FINGERS AND THE WAY THEIR BACK CURVES BEFORE IT HITS THEIR BUTT AND OH I LOVE THEIR BUTTS TOO AND I LOVE THEIR JAWS AND THEIR CHESTS AND THEIR HAPPY TRAILS ADN THEIR LEGS AND THEIR FEET I LOVE BOYS
white Americans being against immigration is still and always will be the greatest irony of all time