inkskinned:

you’re who i stay up for. dog-tired, almost-dreaming when i close my eyes – and i still stay up just to keep talking. you wind up in my dreams because i’m not done thinking about you even while i’m asleep. i sit in class and realize: oh shit, not again, i’ve been thinking about you instead of listening. you make me feel like a wet road all lit up in neon lights. you make me feel like a warm fog. you make me feel like june. god. i hope i’m a fraction of this to you.