BlondWorship

There's a particular kind of man who sits at My feet and loses his mind entirely , not because he's weak, but because something in him

You're thinking about it again aren't you? That thing that occupies your mind more than it should.
You've never said it out loud. Not

I knew you'd end up here eventually.
Now that you have, leaving isn't really on the table. Not because I won't let you.
Because you won't

You were scrolling and then you saw them.
My gorgeous feet propped up on the dash, sunlight dancing through the windows, light spilling