The problem with this thing called love Is having busy feet wanting to travel the world and loving everyone I meet I could try and stay here For you I would try But my soulmate is the world and if i put roots in this soil, I'll die.
i l i k e y o u r *** breath and t h e way your hair seems to grow from you running your fingers through it through it through it until your bones settle in m y h a n d s.
please never stop calling in the middle of the night.