Liars Love a Loving Lovers Lie.: Relapse Endurance →
poeticdistortion: You miss the life, we’d made for eachother. You miss the soft touch, only my fingertips provided. The taste of my kiss, the thing’s I’d whisper to make you tremble. The way I’d caress you. You miss the night’s we could lay naked in eachothers embrace, and so easily forget everyone. It wasn’t a mistake, it was love, is love. My mind has created another reality, a truth. A year...
My mom has been watching to much Pretty Little...
giveuslifeagain: She just texted me: “You better be doing your homework. -A” lol this is too good not to reblog- me and my mam are laughing ourselves :)