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Remember that time at Raquette that I got mad at you because you sat in the back of the kayak and said it was because you had to steer us, but you actually didn’t do any work? And then we smoked pot on the island and had sex underneath the trees. You loved that I wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath my zip up hoodie cause you could see my boobs spilling out of my black bra. I think you came pretty quickly cause you thought it was so hot, and because we were stoned. I miss being stoned with you. I miss having sex with you. I miss the conversations we used to have until 3 am cause there was always something to talk about or listen to. I miss the way you used to kiss me immediately after I said something clever or funny. And how we’d call them smooches of approval. Or how you’d sniff me and pretend to not know who I was until you smelled my whole body. And how we almost beat world eight of Mario but didn’t quite finish because we split up before we could. And how you turned me on to miso ginger salad dressing and now I can’t eat any other kind. The first time I ever made meatballs was with you. The first time I ever felt real love was with you. What do I do about those things now? Cause they’re gone for me. I hope they’re gone for you too, and that you haven’t found someone else to do them with. I hope that they stay between us forever, even if we didn’t end up staying together forever. I hope you think of me when you step onto that island, or when you hear a Dave Matthews song. Remember how the concert last summer got rained out? And we played in mud pits and drank whiskey the whole night? I do. I remember everything we did. I just can’t seem to remember to forget you.

sometimes i really dont know what im living for 

have you ever been around someone before and just thought, man i could spend the rest of my days with you, forever. 

Remember that time at Raquette that I got mad at you because you sat in the back of the kayak and said it was because you had to steer us, but you actually didn’t do any work? And then we smoked pot on the island and had sex underneath the trees. You loved that I wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath my zip up hoodie cause you could see my boobs spilling out of my black bra. I think you came pretty quickly cause you thought it was so hot, and because we were stoned. I miss being stoned with you. I miss having sex with you. I miss the conversations we used to have until 3 am cause there was always something to talk about or listen to. I miss the way you used to kiss me immediately after I said something clever or funny. And how we’d call them smooches of approval. Or how you’d sniff me and pretend to not know who I was until you smelled my whole body. And how we almost beat world eight of Mario but didn’t quite finish because we split up before we could. And how you turned me on to miso ginger salad dressing and now I can’t eat any other kind. The first time I ever made meatballs was with you. The first time I ever felt real love was with you. What do I do about those things now? Cause they’re gone for me. I hope they’re gone for you too, and that you haven’t found someone else to do them with. I hope that they stay between us forever, even if we didn’t end up staying together forever. I hope you think of me when you step onto that island, or when you hear a Dave Matthews song. Remember how the concert last summer got rained out? And we played in mud pits and drank whiskey the whole night? I do. I remember everything we did. I just can’t seem to remember to forget you.

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sometimes i really dont know what im living for 

have you ever been around someone before and just thought, man i could spend the rest of my days with you, forever. 

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