My relationship with my followers
- Me: ask me anything guys, nothing is off the limits.
- Followers:
- Me:
- Followers:
- Me: okay, I'll just reblog some pictures.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
― Jess C. Scott, The Intern
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some snow.
Brighton Beach, February 2010
Hey you.
I never meant to
it just happened. I seem
to have fallen- slowly,
yet quickly, into your essence.
I can’t seem to grasp when
or how it happened but
it did. I know it won’t end
well, but I still do like you.
I seem to want you near me,
every minute of every day,
clearly your intoxicating, in
a great round-a-bout way.
I can’t imagine what it would
be like if you knew, that I
think about you daily. I spend
moments debating whether to tell
you hello, or wait to see if you tell me
“Hey!”
Is it too much to ask for?
A simple acknowledgement from you?
The one I seem to be so wrapped up
in, ready to devour your goodness?
