Just cos.

(Source: allofthisisjustapunchline, via peetaah)

typapp:

i think about the places we’ll meet

and the chances of kissing your cheeks

acid washed hands dance in the street

our fingers drag and point out a familiar beat

you’re the electric feel from m,g,m,t

you melt my heart from my lips to my feet

i’ll carry you off into a midsummer teenage retreat

shocked to hear your impulse is me.