Concept: we are together. you are sleeping with your body wrapped around mine. it is quiet. my mind is calm. we are happy.

It was the two of us, hand in hand, gazing into each other’s eyes, and in that moment, you were all I could see, think, and feel.

Honestly I’m both sides of this conversation

*holds your hand and swings it a little bit when we walk*

honestly some of y’all want a significant other so badly and can’t understand why you can’t find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when you’re busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes you’re too caught up to text each other before 6pm. that’s how it is. thinking that you can’t be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than “1.75 hours” for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if you’re projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesn’t even exist yet, then you aren’t ready for one.

✧･ﾟ: * ✧･ﾟ: I need :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ: * SNUGGLES *:･ﾟ✧

you know when you’re talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight… that’s something

for you, literally anything

— Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; “The Vine,” c. July 1944 (via wethinkwedream)

real romance is just being deeply stupid together. i dream of one day meeting someone i can be deeply stupid with and not feel embarrassed 

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

i hate how writing love letters is considered lame. just let me confess all of my love to someone in pink ink please

You are my meow meow ❤️

I’m always smiling when I’m thinking of you.

My favorite drug has brown eyes.

date a boy who is the first ever person to make you talk freely about anything