HER ANGEL EYES

The cup
At first
A gentle hug
And then

A deep kiss
The hot coffee
My throat
And arms

Around your
Shoulders
Pulling
Me
kweston:

Reblog if you remember this fat kid after my own heart.

kweston:

Reblog if you remember this fat kid after my own heart.

You are flowers in my stomach.
 Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. 
I only want to be the sun for you.

—Elke River (via feellng)

(via langleav)