A veces desearía irme lejos, donde nadie me conozca, así para que comience una mejor versión de mí.
4 years. ❤️
E anche se gridi alla fine io ti perdono perché per te io darei anche un mucchio d'oro.
10/10 çift 🌻
i’m crazy about you, like over the moon crazy. i want your good days and your bad. i want to hear about how your co-worker got you upset but you kept your cool because you’re not the kind of person who “flips your shit” over small things. i also want to hear about how you managed to out do yourself with something you weren’t good at last week. i want your angriest days where you snap at me for dinner being slightly undercooked but then apologize and explain that it’s your stress. i want you to be the first lips i kiss in the morning and the last i kiss at night. i want to see you at your highest and your lowest. i want to feel anxious and afraid as i walk down the aisle thinking i’m making the biggest mistake and look up only to see the expression of pure “i waited my whole life for you” on your face as you see me. i want to hold your hand in public when i feel anxiety or just because i like the warmth of your palm. i want to hold you close to my chest in our most intimate moments. i want to wipe the sweat from your brow and replace it with a kiss as i come down from the high of a climax only you can send throughout my body. but most of all i want to say “i love you” and mean it, and to hear it back with as much meaning as we stand in the kitchen baking cakes or cookies at 3am because we couldn’t sleep.
Shot by Chris Von Wangenheim for Vogue, March 1977