you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired.
you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't have a name for.
PS. Undskyld, undskyld, undskyld. Mit fravær fra bloggen har været drastisk den sidste halvanden uges tid, men der har simpelthen været så meget andet, der har fyldt i mit liv. Jeg lover (with all my heart) at jeg vil finde tid til et outfit post og andet good stuff i morgen!
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