How many till the world goes away?
I think my head would explode
Time to grow up and learn to deal on my own I guess.
Lips against skin on one of the most magical days of the year. The sound of hushed kisses and the wind rip through the trees with a certain passion. The sound of your heart beat in your ears is out ranked by the air and the sky singing in unison a song about Beltane. And you think to yourself, “This is how holidays should be spent- passionately in the woods in the dirt, engulfed by sword leaf ferns and the gentle touch of a lover.”