Never thought a look from you could take my breath away. Our eyes met, and it stirs an emotion that’s been long gone. Your smile makes my stomach drop from 50 ft in the air, where my heart lays on cloud nine. I want to lounge around with you on a lazy Sunday afternoon in bed, listening to music. You intrigue me.
One day, I’m going to be suburban mom covered in tattoos, married to a man equally as tatted. We both are going to succeed to the highest levels of our professions in a corporation that won’t judge us. With kids that look up to their parents for having tattoos. And it’s going to be beautiful.
I’m ready to be done with this fucking up phase of my life.
I really need to get away and travel the world.
Winter is the prominent smoking weed season in San Francisco. It’s the only way to make being forced to stay inside due to weather, enjoyable. And SF is so popular because smoking weed is so much fun.
I’ll know it’s love when we can be in bed, smoke a bowl and read before falling asleep together.
Your eyes make me melt. I’m smitten in my dreams with you.
Never thought a look from you could take my breath away. Our eyes met, and it stirs an emotion that’s been long gone. You intrigue me.