He makes me laugh. Even when I think there's not a laugh in me. He finds it like his uncanny search acts for coveted speakeasy, the one hidden behind six layers of passage ways, a hot dog joint, a telephone, then right underneath my rib cage, under a steel plate I spent years building, and then right smack at this pumping artery.
Now he can't get me to stop. Laughing. Look at what he did.
- he's the one
Visuals by Pedro
Dress (similar) - Keepsake (via Fashion Bunker)
Cord Sandals - Mango