His precious beautiful babe.

February 21, 2017





He touched my fingertips, stroking my fingernails delicately like he was stroking petals on a rose. Like if he touched it too hard, it would fall off. With no hopes of ever puttng it back. Nor had he any intentions to.

I'm his delicate flower. His precious beautiful babe. Who talks in her sleep. Who lives in a constant state of hangry. Who is more often annoying than funny. Or sexy. Or cute.

- his

February 21, 2017
He touched my fingertips, stroking my fingernails delicately like he was stroking petals on a rose. Like if he touched it too hard, it would fall off. With no hopes of ever puttng it back. Nor had he any intentions to. I'm his delicate flower. His precious beautiful babe. Who talks in her sleep. Who lives in a constant state of hangry. Who is more often annoying than funny. Or sexy. Or cute. - his Visuals by Amina The Gang Jacket - Chi Flo




He touched my fingertips, stroking my fingernails delicately like he was stroking petals on a rose. Like if he touched it too hard, it would fall off. With no hopes of ever puttng it back. Nor had he any intentions to.

I'm his delicate flower. His precious beautiful babe. Who talks in her sleep. Who lives in a constant state of hangry. Who is more often annoying than funny. Or sexy. Or cute.

- his