I'd rather lay with you in a collapsing blanket fort with my bad morning hair and your sharp coffee breath, with your dry elbows on my chest and my sweaty palms pressed against your neck; I'd rather be drowning in a sea of pillows and your smell, listening to our favorite songs, nibbling the salty taste of your skin- I'd rather be with you than anywhere else on this planet, than anywhere among the stars.With you, in our little eternity, nothing can go wrong; nothing ever ends, just you, me, and the tangle of our legs.
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