Monika; Called Mons, Moni, & Momo. 16. PuertoRican&Polishh. Chicago. Personal blog. A L W A Y S follows back. Loves♥ talking to her follower; so rape the ask away (: My personality is who I am, my attititude depends on who you are. I can be the sweetest girl, or the meanest bitch, It depends on you. &Honestly, I love you. &this is how I look and she's is my best friend♥
i love kissing so much how it can be soft and romantic or hard and passionate or lazy and sleepy or affectionate and then it’s like you like the person and they like you because you are kissing and it’s just you two and you can close your eyes and there will be nothing in the world except that
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.