i want someone who will lie on the floor w/ me and talk about life and art and film and kiss me like everywhere


I read somewhere that if I stopped writing about you so much that eventually I would get over you

but I don’t want to write about how pissed off my mom made me yesterday or how scared I am about growing up and not being successful

I want to write about how deep you are in my fucking veins and how I can still taste your lips even if it’s been over two months since I’ve seen you