im pretty sure
i’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Your hands are so big, but they envelope inside mine and i couldn’t enjoy a sweatier palm if i fucking tried.
i’m crashing into you and i can’t say i wore my seatbelt, i kinda like the danger; the risk of walking down streets with you in towns full of judgement.
who cares what they say, their voices faint and quiet. Till you leave the room, they’ll start a fuckin’ riot.
lost in sort of a completing sense that finishes the pieces to this puzzle called my mind.
you found me, you put me back together.
