reinventingkatierose:

We don’t kiss, we just lay there
I got your nose in my hair
Hands on my hips and you’re wondering:
Am I ticklish
Yes I’m ticklish everywhere you touched
It’s morning the alarm screams
You have to go soon, you have to get out of bed
It’s cold when you move
This is torture, it’s fucking horrible
You don’t want to leave

jammin

(Source: dylan-evans, via acitybuiltofbones)