my papa misses my nana so much that her shower cap still hangs on the back of the bathroom door. her perfume on the dresser, her jewellery box unopened, her belongings on the bed-side table, clothes hanging in the wardrobe, just as she left it. it makes me want to cry, just to think of it.
& that’s when i nuzzle your neck & sink into you, & realise that we’re so lucky that we’re still young. we still have it all. we still have years. & it doesn’t matter if you have stubble on your chin, or that we had a fight yesterday. what matters is you’re here.
*Was. My tumblr was amazing. Thank you, though. I loved it. I miss it, sometimes. If I ever get time I would like to start it back up again. I haven't lost any of my followers even though I haven't used it in so long. I liked LookBook too, though, I'd like to go back to that, as well. I like to take photos even more than I like to write. If you want to read any of mine, there's a link in the description to my writing. But all of it is very old and about feelings that I don't feel anymore.