“I never doubt you love me. What we have, this, it’s real.that’s why we never can leave. I love you,I fucking love you Rose. When we are together…I make love to you. It’s so perfect nothing can ever be better than us. Immaculate. I’m going to show you I promise I’m going to show you.”—First words I heard Saturday morning and one of the reasons I’m a mess.
“Each and every atom in my body was aligned in her direction. She was a foreign language I lusted over. I wanted her smiles, her laughs, her touches, her breaths, her lustrous beauty, her theater of expressions. I wanted to be like the air she breathed; that unnoticed, yet that essential, that vital. I craved her presence each night, I wanted her beside me, as intimate as two pages of a closed book.
But for now that book remains unfinished, and so it remains open. I can’t shake this feeling. I don’t intend to. I know I met her for a reason. I don’t know what it is yet. I may not tomorrow, either. But I will one day.”—Rashad Nasir (via nonchalantmuslimah)
When I want to do something there isnt much to do but when I am asked to do something I literally dont even have time to breathe? I was supposed to be in Vegas with Aaron this weekend but since all that stuff happend with his mom I asked to reschedule. Now I have like all the time in the world today! But next week? I have so much to do i’m going to be in la, Pomona and Pasadena alll before sat night. Bleh!