hook, line, and sinker
I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.
Sex is not the climax of a relationship, pardon the pun, but those moments at 2am when you wake up to her lips on your lips, her sleep-heavy body lying across yours, knowing the world is asleep whilst you move together, calling to a god that neither of you believe in… those moments are what I live for.
brotherstories:

i forget where we were.
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pixiedust-paycheck:

Okay, but… 

WHY

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IS

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NOBODY

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TALKING

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ABOUT

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THE DOGGY DAY

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AT WALT DISNEY WORLD

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BONUS CUTENESS:

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