Anonymous asked:
She tastes of cigarettes and cinnamon. She is sarcastic replies yelled across quiet classrooms and vegan cupcake wrappers scattered across bedroom floors. She is little to no eyeliner and throwing harmless jinxes at my friends and kissing until lips are raw. She is built of sugar-sweet lies and rum. She is built of carnival rides and flannels. She smells like parties and cigarette smoke and cares way too little about makeup. She is passionate kisses and reasonable outbursts. (part 2)
