“I will love you when the street lights turn off. Even when
you take a shower and track water everywhere, I will love
you. I will love you when you are low tide and I am the shore.
Even when you won’t touch me, I will ache for more. I will
love you even though you haven’t read a novel since 9th
grade and use mine as coasters. I’ll love you when you use
my good body wash as shampoo. If we wrestle, and this
time you let me lose, I will love you. When you try to fix the
TV, but you break it more, I will love you. I will still love you
when you do the same to me. Every day that I am thunder and
you strike me like lightning, I will follow the source of your
electricity to the ground and quiet myself to watch you glow.
Because no one is guaranteed this. As such, I will love you
hard. I will love you steady. I will love you. God, I will love you.”
Mo Nyamweya, In which we are too much for each other (via moygay)
chaeronea:

godtbh:

aholelife:

This is a friend of mine. 15th September 2014

Holy mother of God

bye life
and-the-blackhearts:
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