vday card!
bday card!
out of point pic
in between my legs :P
She’s whatever I have; tangible or intangible. She’s everything put together, she’s my land, sea and sky, she’s everything and nothing. She’s my sensual nothingness. Fuck what you think of her or us, fuck you if you think that way at all. She’s like the only perfection(perceptively that is) and I absolutely adore her.
These past (nearly) two weeks have been amazing, it felt longer and so ancient; ancient flawless. The more I think of you the more I want you to stay by my side, I love you. I love you, all I can say is that eh. Well, I’ll love you anyway, fuck the rest of the universe colliding into oblivion, fuck the recession that’s devouring everyone, and most certainly fuck it all. I just need you, I don’t care for anything else (apart from my education that is:P so much for fucking it all eh hehehe), you’re the only thing I would ever want to perceive as real. You’re my idealistic discourse of living, my every blink directed to. By the time I’m done with that I would have fallen in love with you 700 times over and thought 15319568310638267 times about you.
And I’ll end this as how I always end my letters to you,
FUCK IT, I LOVE YOU LA!
Hee, Kvnt; Marc fucking Ashley, Your fucking psychotic boyfriend.
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