I watched those little dull eyes, lit up with the softest touch, with the smallest smile. And all I could think was, what a beautiful life it would be, to spend my life looking at the world through those little dull eyes.
—  Lukas W. // Little dull eyes

from ‘the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world’ by catarine hancock, available through most online booksellers worldwide 🌿🌸

To the boy i love

You are my safe zone

I can tell you anything

My deepest fears

My secrets

My dreams

You make me happy

All of the feelings in the world



We fall asleep on the phone

Every night

I love your voice

It smoothes me

Like ocean waves

It makes me happy

And fall in love and fall into your arms


Was it the river

My serene reflection

Was it the pine

Blood on the needles

Was it the song

The feather of my fingers

Was it the dawn

Honey dripping from horizon

Was it the moonlight

Casting constellations

Was it the dew

My grief imprinted on grass

Was it the shadow

The cast of my silhouette

Tell me my lover

Was it

Was it the river

With a frown, he stood by the counter while stirring some sugar into his black coffee. He watched as it melted into the swirling liquid, dark as the deep pit in his heart. Oh how he wished he could just stir and melt away the things that kept him troubled in a coffee of his own.

Then he felt a pair of arms sliding around him from behind and a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. Everything was lost in that moment. In that very moment, nothing else mattered.

“Don’t you know,” she spoke with a voice that could calm a storm, “that each time you frown, a tree dies?”

He let out a chuckle as he turned to her,

“You meant to say a sigh, not a frown.”

“It’s all the same if you ask me.”

She then reached out her hand and placed her palm to his cheek. Gently, she rubbed her thumb across his forehead, smoothing out every stress-caused lines and wrinkles. She stopped when his hand caught her wrist, and watched as softness slowly took over the trouble in his eyes.

“You are that coffee,” he said quietly,

“My coffee to drown all the bad in me.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #186 // Everyone has their own cup of coffee to drown their troubles 
do not love me
like you loved her
and expect me to stay

I want laughter at 4am

and sloppy kisses between dinner dates

and hands fumbling underneath the blanket because god knows there is never a minute i can go without touching you

and i want silly jokes and awkward handshakes and quiet “i love you’s” over the phone

and dancing

a lot of dancing

i want to dance with you in an aisle at the supermarket as we both try to come up with which taco shells are better

and i want to dance with you on the night we both say i do

i want to hold your hand in front of my friends

and kiss your cheek when my mother asks me why i am so god damn happy all the time

and i want you


and for as long as forever with you can take me.

—  A.M// i want you always,

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Leo Buscaglia