scrambledeggs-scatteredbrains:
“I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck.”— The 1975 (via neckkiss)
those spaces are still filled with you
our scent still lingering in the air
settling like dust in the morning sunlight
scrambledeggs-scatteredbrains:
“I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck.”— The 1975 (via neckkiss)
those spaces are still filled with you
our scent still lingering in the air
settling like dust in the morning sunlight
