He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."


Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via blossomfully)

cosmofilius:

separation is such an illusion. we are one

(Source: berrym)

cumaddict72:

getmad-govegan:

being vegan is so emotionally draining like i can’t even look at someone drinking a milkshake without wanting to cry this is ridiculous if your ‘food’ makes me emotionally distressed that might be a sign that it’s not good 

dude get over yourself

dulect:

"you’re old enough to pay for your own things"

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sexbangs:

august 31st, 11:59pm

september 1st, 12:00am

crrabs:

*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

wheelcher2:

honor students cheat more than anybody 

(Source: reverseracist)