𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴.

WHERE THE FAWK IS MY SOULMATE THATS SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING MY HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW?????????? UNIVERSE EXPLAIN.

Laying in bed, listening to tunes, simply trying to forget about all the assignments I have to do later today. 

When you complimented my lips earlier, the shape of my face, my curves of my hips...all I could look at were those features in the mirror. Ever so slightly running my fingers tips, tracing the insecurities I saw along the lines, trying to forge the image of you in my mind; thinking you were the one behind me, letting myself believe the fingertips belonged to you, allowing myself to believe you only thought of the insecurities that clouded my mind as beauty blemishes- which only made me prettier.

You run miles in my head, yet your heartbeat remains the same. It's all an illusion.

Morning or night, Daveon woke up to the stars on his ceiling. Whether they were glooming their lime green appearance at night, or a dull eggshell color that blended with the ceiling and was hard to see in the mornings. 
          
          Yet, today was different.
          
          As their was a white ceiling, yet the eggshell colored 3D stars were no longer there. Instead of the twin bed that sported his typical grey bed set, there were was a white bed set fitted king sized bed...along with a boy and jet black locks that were tussled every. 

GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOMETHING BABYGORL CAUSE YOU IS GUD

i utterly hate angst, but have an urge to kill off somebody :p

oh, how i love writing small excerpts on my status board that i utterly wish i had the energy to write a story about. 

if people are able to kiss with morning breath, i think that’s a sign of either love or neediness with little to no concern of bad breath when you want affection. 

as the birds chirps, dusky pink illuminating the white sheets, our bodies tangled not ready to be undone. your alarm calling your name as i bask in your warmth, your morning breath, as well as your love.