Hold On We’re Going Home, Take II.

Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, and the ocean echoing the inside of your ribcage.
— e.e. cummings

Gotta love e.e. cummings, but I love you more – always. I’ll be home to you very soon <3

the last summer of you & me

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