June 2011
2 posts
Like a drug
face-your-demons:
Whenever I think that I’m close to getting over you, this unquenched thirst surfaces on my taste buds - they’re dry and dissatisfied, especially upon seeing your face the drool just spills from my mouth like it did the first time that I saw you and I just knew that I couldn’t face you again without history repeating itself -I need you
