Imagine your OTP invite their parents to dinner one night and when Person A says “Daddy, pass the salad” both his/her dad and Person B reach for it.
I like ordering the most expensive thing on the menu but refusing to eat it. It’s okay, though, because it’s a metaphor. The metaphor is I’m incredibly wasteful and extremely wealthy.
OMFG HE’S DYING OF CANCER LET HIM DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS WITH HIS DAMN CIGARETTES
what are you talking about. im trying to brag about how ridiculously rich i am
What a fucking nerd— Me talking about someone I love (via cowprince)
You kiss my forehead
right after you
kissed my lips.
“I like it when you kiss me on the forehead,”
I whispered in front of the city lights.
“Kiss it again.”
And you do.
You press your lips against my forehead
and then my temples
and then you intertwine your fingers with mine.
“Do you like me?” I ask,
although I knew the answer.
I could hear the truth
beneath your chuckles.