I want the breeze on my face to Stains of the latest rebellion cover our fingers,
the tingle of past kisses disrupts our lips,
the pain of moments long gone make our mind twinge,
the euphoria of tomorrow’s hope lights the shadows of ourselves.
Rora, a 19 year old from Ohio, slightly crazy, definitely interesting.
I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.
Camryn Pulaski (via fuckinq)