red-haired boy in the supermarket,
you’re my favorite. i like that you stock the milk aisle. i like that you look at me a little when i pretend to deliberate between 2% and skimmed.
i like your hands. i sometimes pretend we’re married. and i kiss you when you’re off to work, to stock the milk.
alright.
— green-eyed girl in the supermarket
letterstocrushes:
About Me
- Marivic
- 15/lovestruck teenager/obsessive as hell. - I blog about the things I like and what's going through my mind. I don't like blogging about my emotions, so you won't read much. Pictures I post aren't particularly mine, unless I say so.
simply the best.
because I love you, bitch.
They get me through the day
