I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave,M.K., Katrina (via finegoodsandfinefolks)
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via the--westcoast)
you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk