Can we just be hugging or fucking or sending each other silly texts instead of me sitting here feeling all sad and hurt?

lostlives:

Atlantic Jam 1979
“I’m tired of this shit.”

lostlives:

Atlantic Jam 1979

ā€œI’m tired of this shit.ā€

I want to paint you giant murals

and tell everyone how beautiful you were

and bring you back to life

and take you to Mumford and Sons concerts

and dance with you to Mika

and let you dye my hair insane colours

and spend Pride Week with you looking at cute girls

and drink Caramel Corettos with you

and mock Kathy with you

and take your hand and put it in Josh’s

and watch more of your beautiful love.

I want to rewind time

and not let stupid, pointless nothingness get in the way of spending time together.

I want to run to you when I’m having a bad day

and forget why.

I want to bring you melons and zebras

and go back in time and ride a triceratops with you

and have you run at me and koala hug me

and then giant, rib-squashing bear hug me.

I want to think about calling you and be able to just do it.

I want to bring you back so your dad can start really smiling more often

and so the sight of your mom doesn’t break my heart.

I want to see you again.

I miss you.

Currently reading. Hot, sweet, touching, and arousing. So great. Unf.

Currently reading. Hot, sweet, touching, and arousing. So great. Unf.

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