her şeyin emrine âmâde olduğu bir dünyada kimin başı dönmemiştir ki ?
Photo: Dieter Krehbiel
I’m a simple himbo. All I do is do dumb shit and think about making out with my boyfriend while listening to ABBA
(your eyes, your smile, your face, your laugh, the way you pronounce certain words, your thighs, your tattoos, your last message, the way I feel when I see you, the way I feel when you message in the morning, what are you wearing, my fingers trailing across your body, how much I love you, how much I never want to let you go, that I want to make you feel loved, valued, sexy at all times, thinking about the next poem I’ll write you, thinking about how lucky I am to get your words… To see your face, that I have a thousand thoughts at all times and even though my head seems full the ones about you float to the top, do you love me like I love you? Do you ache when I’m away, do you hurt when it’s been too long?
That you are all I ever wanted /needed in this life and hope to always show.)
C'est cool les départs en vacances !!