nora the explora

thinking about how im living your dream. my partner calls me baby doll and i call them bunny and together for five months we have never fought. my life is full of love and nothing compares

he's a sunday morning boy. he's tan skin on white bedsheets. he's early sunlight on honey brown eyes. he's the time between waking up and making coffee. he's sticky rain on my skin on my way back home. he's too good for me. 

my goals aren't worth achieving if you're not here by my side saying we made it

fuck you for making me feel like i was worth something to you

living in a small town where theres more wooden crosses than there is grass in the ditches

day forty three of you being the answer to my problems 

my pretty pretty pill bottle, my happy little flower

pretty names fall from your lips like bandages over the scars you leave on my body. it's okay sweetheart, i could never stay mad at you

my attraction to you is quite sober yet still so hazy, maybe from the smoke tumbling from your lips and taking over the empty space in my chest. my heart or your lips, my sweet angel

im about to ruin my life, get ready for some shitty writing