I think I spend 90% of my life drunk
There’s something about hickeys, love bruises and love bites that just has my head spinning. In my point of view, it doesn’t mean that your slutty or a bad person if you have them (give them). I think their always beautiful, kisses that linger long after red, chapped lips haves disappeared, finger prints indented in your skin. like a reminder, you’ll catch yourself pressing a thumb into a mark when thinking back to that time. And yeah okay, it doesn’t last forever, but love doesn’t always last forever either.