Loves All good things are wild and free ' ◊
Maybe it’s you all along. 
22nd Aug 201215:0515 notes

Why am I only attracting black guys? This ain’t cool niggas. Where da asians at?

Cause we’re drowning ourselves in mindless actions but never words that may actually mean something. Stop running in circles for a few seconds and tell me how you fucking feel. Because whether you would like to admit it or not, you feel something. So just grow a pair and admit it. I’m not waiting around forever. 

You reoccur in my dreams in fragments of surprises. A bittersweet taste of who you were and what we had. I would love to forget you, your touch, your smile, the way you said your quirky “hi’s” that as cliche as it sounds, would have my heart literally jump out of my chest. I can still vividly remember each little crease beside your brown eyes when you would smile. The sudden twist of words struggling to stumble out of your mouth. How your fingers would grasp onto things so tightly as if you were afraid it could run away from you. But you were the one running and I stayed in the same place where I belonged; with you.  

Seattle held the place of where you first made my heart melt into a burst of colors that blended into the millions of lights the city emits. It’s you, it’s always been you. 

Opaque  by  andbamnan