“I want to kiss you. Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars. Or something. I don’t know. Love poems never make sense to me. Poets s...”
“Eu só preciso que você me diga se você quer um ponto final ou uma vírgula.”
Me: *Gets Ice Cream*Me: *Goes To RoomMe: *Forgets spoon in kitchen*Me: *Cries*
“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee knocks me the...”
Just because you’re “bad” and a “bitch” doesn’t mean you’re a bad bitch.