I dont know when it happened. But this friends with benefits situation turned into something so much more.
I see you sitting over there, across from me. Looking a your phone as you play a game.
The glow of the phone light on your face. It highlights your features.
They are beautiful by the way. Your high cheekbones. Your bow shaped lips. Those crystal clear blue eyes.
Those eyes. When you look at me, really look at me, i feel like you look into me. That you see more than what i show you.
I love when you smile at me. You have a beautifully adorable smile. Your whole face lights up.
I love how your skin wrinkles a little bit on the sides of your eyes.
Your skin is so soft. I love the feelings of it under my fingers.
Your fingers are rough and calloused. Years of work went through those hands.
I hope i get to hold those hands in the future like i have in the past.
I hope you stay for years to come. I hope you feel the same down the road.
Because i know what i feel for you. But i wish i knew what you feel for me.


"thats not very lady-like of you"


i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye


can we please destroy this idea that a person has to talk to you every minute of every day to like you

texting all day is not natural

force communication all hours of the day is not natural



just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,

(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)

(Source: princetanaka)