hello gorgeous

i like: singing at the top of my lungs, summer nights, partying, music, clothes, tattoos, new york city.

it’s a cycle. you smile at me. you text me. you flirt with me. you make me fall for you in a matter of days. then, you’re gone. you act like an ass to me. you won’t talk to me, answer my texts or even look me in the eye. so i give up. i move on. or so i think, until that cycle happens all over again.

God works in mysterious ways