We walked from checkpoint to Philcoa. It was a breeze. Except for those dark walkways. I remember saying I love long walks. They’re better with people you care about. :3
"He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs."
— Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
"I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping."
— Pablo Neruda (via seabois)
Countdown begins now. How long ‘til I see your face? ;)