whenever I’m traveling I always get tripped out at the fact that this is someone’s actual hometown like they know every back road and how to get everywhere and they’ve probably had tons of memories in this citybut I’m just someone passing by
I can finally wrap my head around why you let me go for her.
Maybe because of her golden hair and how it goes well with a sunny day on a summer afternoon.
Or maybe because of how the blue in her eyes makes the ocean not nearly as beautiful.
Maybe because of how her skin is always drawing your hands to the inside of her arms or the back of her neck.
Or maybe because you’re an asshole.