You know it
whats your type?
Fictional men written by women.
“You feel like soft sheets and hot coffee. Timber floors and lazy mornings. Like sun rays and droopy eyes. You feel like home.”
— Home / Unrequited Love
Detour | San Pedro, CA | 2015
{ IF }
If you are the sky, let me fly. If you are the wind, let me in. If you are a bird, soaring upward, I’ll be your cloud, without a doubt. If I am the moon, a white balloon; you’ll be the sea — you mirror me. If you are the rainbow I always follow, I’ll be the sun, your only one.