This picture reminds me of my man and I.
The dark liquor, significant height difference, the "don't give a fuck attitude," carnal love..

Surprises everyday. I'm a phoenix.

“We pushed our faces into each other. There was something rude and bruising about it, like I was mad at him and he was mad at me and we were having a fight with our lips, but somehow it all still felt pretty good.”

—Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake