Call me 'Boo-Boo-Kitty-Fuck'. Bitch.

partypropagandaprofessional:

I miss the summer
when we’d pull the pots and pans up the hill
balancing the bottles of beer and wine
in the one salad bowl that went bwoooom 
and we’d gather round the fire and lose ourselves
in the collected sound of our percussion. 

We’d rediscover ourselves later,
drunk and fumbling,
giggling and blushing - 
oh yes, this is definitely you,
oh yes this definitely me,
teasing all those tangled parts apart -
oh my, yes, this is definitely us. 

We made those boundaries sound so much more clear
than they were. 

(via thewhiskeypropagandist)