You are more than a souvenir shop. You are more than a nightstand of love poems and the smell that lingers there.
Without words. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I hate all things that leave me speechless. When words are all you have, they tend to matter a whole lot to you. Matters even more when you lose them.
Have I said Fuck yet ?
“
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy…da da da la la…
So please don’t take my sunshine away…
Hey, I remembered the most important part!
” – # reasonsyourmyboyfriend



