Anonymous asked: Where are you traveling to?!
Amsterdam, Berlin, Munich, several places in Austria and possibly Slovenia, and all around Italy!
Don’t tell me, stop telling me and show me. Show me until it hurts and your breathing is heavy and your lips are raw and our hearts are racing eachother to the finish. Don’t give me the option to believe, force me to see. Over and over again.
DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY
I have a presentation in the morning and instead of preparing more, all I’m doing is researching places I want to visit on my trip and wondering what his hands would feel like on my skin.
I am so overwhelmed by the endless beauty I see everyday, and as I lay here listening to nature’s lullaby, I realize that is how I crave to feel when I look at somebody. I want to forget how to breathe for a second, as time seems to slow down while I take in the beauty before me. I want to take in every bit of her, the way I take in a new sight - slowly and delicately.
Caring about me is not enough. Call me selfish, but you have to set my soul on fire. Drive me fucking crazy.