I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
by Pablo Neruda
so I went to the performing and visual arts college fair and the guy from Cornish was this complete and total hipster with the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen they stared into my soul
it’s a good thing I have such an odd name because I’m sure he’s bound to forget all the like Nicks and Sarahs but THERE IS ONLY ONE YANEL AND SHE IS INTERESTED IN CORNISH NOW
