I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had noÂ
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herselfÂ
against them. Â
you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost
again.
SLEEPY BOYS ARE THE WORST AND BY WORST I MEAN ABSOLUTE BEST BECAUSE ADORABLE MESSY HAIR AND RASPY VOICES AND POUTY LIPS I JUST CANT DEAL WITH THISÂ










