Wanderlust

Laying on the couch with boredom hugging me. Feeling like my heart is hyperventilating, hydrated from fun. It’s like I don’t even know what is “fun”. L.o.l “fun”. What?

Let’s talk? 

The moment when you’re having the best time, just laughing and joking around. Then somehow both of your hands get together and clasp with no force. Sooner or later your hands are holding his hand and then everything comes to an awkward moment and everything goes silent, and just smiles and blushes. ♥

Eating ice cream.

Wouldn’t it be fun  to sculpt something with ice cream and them eat it all after? I think so;)