every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
I wanna be kissed long and hard, by you.Your hands in my hair, my hands on your hips. Against the wall, gasping for air. The longing we’d been feeling for each other being let known in how our lips are interlocked. We don’t let go for a long time. Taking advantage of every touch, every finger brushing my neck as you bite my lip. The look in your eye as i pull away, wanting, needing as I hold on for dear life, never wanting to let you go again.
I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.