I love the sound of laughter, the smell of a bonfire, the taste of a good drink on a boys lips, and the feeling of being fully alive
drive me out way back in the woods, let me help you start us a fire, let nothing but the sparks and the stars light up our eyes, let’s forget about everything and everyone we left back in town, and then let’s never forget that night.
Is summer still a thing ? Does warm weather still exist? Will it ever come back?
the snow beer pong table my friend and I made on Monday !
|—||e.b. (via wanduring)|
"Epic love stories" by me.
For the wonderful person who requested a poem about unexpected love, like falling for your bestfriend, but then he has to move to another country and you’re never going to see him again and its too late to confess your love.