May 2012
237 posts
I want a nice body, but then like… food.
I miss those summers
I’ve known you for years. We’ve hooked up so many times I can’t count. No matter how many times we seperate, we always find our way back to each other.. stop being a chicken shit and pick me. There will never be anyone who will love you more than me.
I don’t want to move because I know I won’t see you as much.