She had a thing for astrology. So the fact that science told us that we were incompatible only made her that much more willing to stay.
Connotativewords | jl | Rebellious (via connotativewords)
Loving you is toxic. My mind is constantly flooded with thoughts of you. You corrupt me with your words but sooth me with your voice. Your scent hastens the beat of my heart, and my body aches for your touch. You make me want to be bad, but you make me feel so good. Spending time with you is intoxicating, and I long for you when we’re apart. You keep me grounded and still manage to sweep me off my feet. You course through my veins and explode in every inch of my body. Loving you is toxic, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.