lexichelle
when I see you cooking in my kitchen, making me something that you know I will love, your ingredients displayed all over the counter. then I'll think about how much I love you. you, mystery in the shadows of my mind.
you never know what hand you're going to be dealt, but that's the fun part. if you knew what you were going to get, you'd already know how you were going to play the game. it's better to not know. just be ready to take each card as they come.
my fingers get tangled in my hair as I try to work out the knots that seem to always accumulate at the nape of my neck. I never had this problem when my hair was free from my shoulders and the tips touched the top of my ears, but now it tickles my collar bones with each step and tangles tangles tangles
limbs, my hair in my fingers, my lips with his. i want to be tangled. I want to not know where I end and he begins. oh but who the fuck is he.