Jane
I know you were the kind to get high and chill.
That's why I liked being around you. When your scent is of weed, your eyes get lazy and red, and you talk dirty.
I remember that dark night, when me and you went out to skate. Or it was mostly me on the skateboard but you guided me and held me so I wouldn't fall.
It was a bit cold outside but I didn't care, as long as I had a bit of air and with you, the weather was the last of my worries.
I remember when you took of your hat and I noticed your hair had been chopped. It wasn't ugly like everyone thought it was, I liked it. It was really attractive that you could pull any hairstyle off.
-via (adorababe)
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troubled
Literatura FemininaI like the troubled boy you are, even if you are confusing as fuck. - think of it as an imagine =)