Not sure if it’s a curse or a gift, but I can’t write about anything else but you. Still.
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.– Azra.T, Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First (via cybersingle)
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Could listen to her voice forever. Jesus. Christ.
Baby, I’m on my knees….
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.– Lisa Kleypas (via jappan)
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I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you,
I swear to god that’s how they make stars.
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can calm itself,
so can you.
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I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the sound of her name could silence my demons.– Christopher Poindexter (via observando) Via observando
I want to make you tremble like branches against a violent gust of air. Come to me softly like a light breeze, and stay like sap on a tree. Whisper in my ear as if you were the wind. Come down on me like a hurricane that’s been waiting all year to be set free.
I want you to be the one who makes the world shift with me.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave… and capture you.– Elay Neal Moses (via cybergirlfriend)
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