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I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.

(via xx092813)

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Do you ever just want to kiss someone so bad that you just cant focus on anything but how their lips might feel moving against yours and how great it would be to hold them close and cover their face in little bitty kisses until you two are both giggling messes

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everyone makes love sound like rocks against the window at two in the morning, like grand gestures in front of the classroom, like public displays of affection and eighty-two rose bouquets and maybe that is a part of it but when real love hits you, he will be spreading hummus across flatbread, sleep tangling her fingers in his hair, a slight whispy smile on his lips like he knows the world’s greatest secret and even though you’re both standing in the kitchen’s bad lighting and you’re both still recovering from napping and you’re only in your socks and undies, it will feel like you’re standing next to a jet plane during take off, it will just knock you right over when real love hits you, she will be sitting in front of a bad action movie, eyes on the screen and legs tangled between yours, her body fitting so perfectly against you that you feel like the two of you are puzzle pieces made for each other, the warmth of her laughter like whiskey through your veins and you will realize you have spent the last five minutes just looking at her face and maybe the two of you illegally downloaded this film and maybe her fingertips are covered with popcorn butter and maybe you’ll never be able to form a good enough way to tell her, but just even seeing her happy makes your heart explode like a snowball against a windowpane, you’re just completely wrecked by it when love hits you, they will be absently licking icing off the back of their knuckle while they make cupcakes for their whole class and their nose will wrinkle and you will find an inexplicable humor in how they literally sprint from the room in order to sneeze without breathing on the food, you will watch the way they sneak some batter from the bowl with a hooked finger, how their left cheek has a little smear of flour right across where their freckles rest like clovers and maybe they are not the best baker in the world but even if they burn everything they make you, you realize you wouldn’t care, you would honestly eat whatever it was for rest of your life because it means being close to them and that idea just cracks against your ribs like how rain always sings as it falls, so in love with the ground that it praises the earth as it hits and this is what love is: the moments of looking up and finding you’re with the world’s most perfect person, so full of flaws and such a terrible, terrific fit.

“This is silly but he’s home to me.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)