I’m too drunk to write you a poem tonight,
but I miss you like hell
to the point that my mind is stuck on repeats
of your smile
I’m too drunk to make good lines
about how much you mean to me
so I’ll just say this
You’re the answers I’m hoping to find in the bottom of my cup
Because maybe when I’m too drunk to write you
I’ll be too drunk to forget you won’t be there
When I stumble home
I wish I could let you know
how your laughter sounds like a lullaby
I want to tell you
In between kisses
And earl grey tea
That your hands are my religion
Your fingertips are my church
And every time you touch me
I am born again.
If you don’t have room for a baby monkey on your blog you’re running the wrong kind of blog.
four for you, punk rock jensen
you go, punk rock jensen
PRIESTLY, MY LOVE
single, not sure how to mingle
i’m so happy this set of pictures exists. I’M NOT ALONE!
Every day ):
Congrats, you’re human :))
No but seriously, imagine if you digestive system couldn’t expand to accomodate food? You’d be in terrible pain every time you eat and would have to consume little quantities of liquid all day long to get your nutrition.
I need reminding sometimes.
no but you don’t even understand how much this needed to be done
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO KNOW! You are a human who accommodates for the nutrients you need to survive! how wonderful! please don’t be scared or ashamed of that!