November 2011
October 2011
lacette: (untitled). →
lacette:
it’s just like…. i remember every detail so clearly. the smell of his skin, the feel of his fingertips, the weight of his hands as he drummed out his heartbeat, the tilt of his head as he looses himself in laughter, the softness of his mouth pressed against mine, the color of his eyes. the exact…
