nightime. the smell of wet rosemary and jasmine subdue the chatter
gigglefuckbunny:
Love summer nights. . . the humidity, and moister in the air clinging to ur skin making it impossible to feel comfort. . . so the only option left is to sleep naked hoping and wishing someone will find there way in ur open window. . . .::bites her lower lip:: for shame i shouldnt write like this in other ppls journals. . . anyways just wanted to say hello
december:
looooove your profile pic
