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This is stunning.

Ill always be a sap and reblog this

Beautiful.

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you’re cold to other people, but seeing you smile towards me, makes me feel like the brightest star in the universe

It’s just a crush.

But I can’t help that I fell in love with your art first. Housepaints I run my fingers across walking down the street. And tourists visiting family lean against your work for photos. You make this place a better place to live just by existing. Just by painting. Just by doing what you would be doing could you be doing anything you wanted.

And I can’t help myself. I dream of those brown eyes. And stopping that cocky smile right in it’s tracks with a kiss. I love who you are, you sarcastic asshole. How much you hate yourself, how you numb yourself pains me.

I could be your drug. At least in my fantasies. But you’d never want someone so young as me, I’m sure. But my gosh, how I wish I could make love to you. How I wish I could feel your paint stained hands on my body. Although I know it was never meant to last forever…

How do you see right through people? It’s eerie. It’s a gift. I’m just as frightened as you are when you shudder away from me like a lightening bolt that struck too close to your bedroom window in the middle of the night. Why are you afraid of the thunder claps when I speak, my love? I can be gentle. But we haven’t had the time or place for me to show you. I don’t know what to make of my reflection in those brown eyes.

I suppose we are eachother’s summer storms. Supposed to touch but never stay. Just kiss me once. I’ll promise you I’ll be satisfied. But we both know that will never be true. I’ll be a well of love impossible to fill. Always hungry for just a little bit more of what you can give me.

It’s just a crush.

It’s not just about the way her skin feels beneath your lips when you’re kissing down her neck, tangled beneath the sheets one morning at 4am. Or the way her breath fills her lungs in a sharp gasp when your teeth scrape against her pale, marked flesh. It’s not just about the way she slowly undresses for you because she knows the teasing drives you insane. Or the way her fingers trace the curves of your body, making you feel worthy and beautiful; and you realize you’re no longer that shy girl that stood outside of the shower, scared to rid yourself of clothing and reveal your body to someone for the first time. It’s not just about the way her legs quiver when you find that exact spot that makes her world explode behind her eyelids as her back arches off the mattress. Or the way she grips onto your hair with a hold greater than you thought her small frame could muster, begging you not to stop as her body loses the control that she has handed over to you.

It’s about the countless nights that you’ve gone without sleep while you hold her against your body, her head against your chest, when she’s tortured by the fears that lie in her mind. It’s the way she waited for you to show up after six months, standing on that wooden porch with her shirt tied up because that August day was hotter than hell, but oh, she made it sweeter than heaven. And the way you held her sobbing form, on the floor of her bedroom after she had fought with her mom. And in that moment, you realized you would do anything in the world to make things better and to return a smile to her lips. It’s about knowing when she’s down, simply because of those eyes that once reflected the azure sky on an April day, now resemble the grey hue that invades the sky before the thunder and lightening begin. It’s about singing the thunder buddy song when there’s a storm, just to put her mind at ease so that she can rest another night without your arms around her. And the way you always let her control the music in your car, to the point that you actually like the songs enough to have her sign in on her soundcloud on your phone so they can keep you company when she’s away. It’s about how you gripe like an old married couple, how you don’t always agree on thing and you always say, “Let’s agree to disagree” because if not, then the debate will continue for two more hours. It’s how her lower lip pokes out and her eyes get real big when you tell her she can’t have two kittens and she gives you the silent treatment until you give in. And you can’t even be mad because of the way she squeals “REALLY?” and she’s too damn cute to ever refuse her anything. And it’s the way your heart pounded violently inside of your chest, with a huge smile plastered on your face when you decided that you are going to propose to her.

You’re going to have a lifetime with her, but you still down know if that’ll be enough time to love her. And you find yourself sixty years from now, praying on your deathbed, when your hair is white and your body has given up, that you get to spend an eternity with her. And maybe, just maybe, an eternity will be long enough.

I need some happiness back on this blog.. even if I don’t feel it yet. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster one minute I’m in shock the next I’m crying because I’m terrified, then I’m angry and bitter. I just want to feel normal again- or at least trick myself into feeling normal. 

It has almost been 6 months since our wedding. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. 

‘We Will’ follows the story of a lesbian couple; from their first date, their first awkward kiss, up until their wedding day. Our short film is about the normality of same-sex relationships. Claire (Bianca Bradey) and Rachel (Madeleine Withington) are just like any other couple. The love that they share is the same as anyone else’s, and we think they deserve a special day to proclaim their love, not just amongst friends and family, but as equals under the law.

I found this through the writer and its so beautiful … check it out.