im a 21 year old queer girl from las vegas
who smokes weed, deals with love, takes photos, wants to be a Suicide Girls photographer and honestly doesn't give a fuck about a lot.
I could feel that you adored me so much, wanted to be with me every second, you wanted to make and keep me happy. and when we kissed.. it was breathtaking, a feeling that I think in reality iv never felt.
we were by water, on a pier, leaning against the wooden rail, no sun, almost an overcast, and a breeze. I put my hand on your face, with your hair in between my finger tips, we leaned to kiss but I stop, almost to tease you. i passed your lips and cheek, to you ear, I whispered something. I felt your smile brush against my cheek, you pushed me back then in. your lips touched mine..
I woke up in my blacked out room, alone, with my heart beating in my ears. lifting my head and slamming it back on my pillow and exhaled.
