“i’ll kill you.” are we about to kiss
WHEN HARRY MET SALLY... (1989) dir. Rob Reiner
laying in bed together all jokey and giggly and it leading to a heated make out session would fix me
there was a moment - still, golden.. when her skin met mine and my mind fell silent. this wasn’t just desire. it was something older, deeper. like my soul, who had been waiting lifetimes, had found its home.
she looked at me like I belonged, and I melted into her as if I always had. tasting her, touching her, felt like being handed the language of the stars.
there aren’t words for what it felt like to touch her like that. to be inside her, to taste the kind of beauty that ruins you in the best way; soft, wild, holy. like poetry with a pulse. she is raw beauty, quiet fire, a universe I want to spend forever unfolding.
and I can’t wait to place my promise on her finger.
Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink
“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.