“He smells pleasantly of English cigarettes, expensive perfume, honey, his skin has taken on the scent of silk, the fruity smell of silk tussore, the smell of gold; he’s desirable.”— The Lover - Marguerite Duras
in my head theres a little mouse wearing a little apron and she makes all my emotions
she needs to read a fuckin recipe this bitch is just making a MESS
things it’s never to late to do:
- change
- apologize
- love
- forgive
i promised myself i’d stop making homes out of people but it’s so hard when the only place i feel safe is in her arms



