we talked briefly about making out yesterday….

i honestly can’t wait. 

he kissed me yesterday FINALLY. as the bell rang, i was waiting for him to leave BUT HE WASN’T and I was frustrated because I didn’t want to seem clingy and just hang by his side, but thankfully ari came over and showed me this picture she took of us lol but i pushed it and made it a legit conversation BUT HE STILL WASN’T DONE, so I finally just grew some MORE balls (i swear they’re going to get too big soon) and stood next to him and it was all fine since they were talking about prom (i thought his friends didn’t like me but apparently they’re chill (‘: ] and so then once we were done, we left the room and i started going right but he steered me left and i felt my heart jump because i knew and we took to the stairs and he turned to say im off to shs and i was about to leave but he took me in his arms and ksised me (‘: i couldn’t talk afterwards……………………i told him over text and then he responded with “i wonder what would happen if we mad eout” and i died. 

SIGH.

so today, basically we just talked a lot and he told me to come to manorgate WHICH I WILL (“: he walked me all the way to the crosswalk and then said bye

WE DIDN’T HOLD HANDS or KISS 

but

ill walk him to his bus tomorrow, grab his hand and when he turns to leave ill kiss him oh lord oh lord

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

mirroir:

I would not sing you to sleep.
I would press my lips to your ear
and hope the terror in my heart stirs you.

LULLABY by Reetika Vazirani

(Source: katherinerebeccanoble)

and all i’d like to do is kiss him once twice a hundred times all the time