I have this urge for your hand to be with mine.
This urge for your breath on the back of my neck.
I have this urge for our skin to touch, for my hands to find every dent in your back.
I have this urge to be yours.
This urge to kiss your lips and run my hands through your hair.
I can’t control this.
“I’d rather be at Coachella”
i don’t wanna be famous for the fame
i wanna be famous so i can meet other famous people