Anntithesis: You Make Me A Morning Person. Feeling Your Hand Wrap Around My Waist Before The Sun Comes Up, Pulling Me Closer And Whispering How Much You Like Having Me Next To You, Kissing My Neck Between Each Word. Mornings Always Seemed Vulnerable
anntithesis: Bathroom selfie from the other night when I was wondering why my ass doesn’t have planets orbiting it. I mean, it deserves its own solar system.
