spaces between my fingers

At lunch, I think about your hands, and that’s it. That’s my spine unloosening for the day. That’s all the ocean in my belly heading straight to the shore of my throat. I think about your hands and suddenly, I don’t know what to do with mine. Suddenly my fingers are not my fingers but the empty space between them where yours should be. I am all missing, I lose myself for the day and leave to find you. I misplace my throat because it is clasped in the cup of your hand. I leave my bitten lips on your bedside table. My thighs have the ghosts of bruises unfurling into poppies, like bloodstains on snow. I break things because I am shaking and I am shaking because you are not with me and you are not with me because we are just learning to touch each other through the spaces between us. It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It’s a war crime. It should be illegal that my fingers still haven’t learned the notches of your back. I think about holding your wrist in the O of my thumb and my index finger. I think about kissing the blue veins there. I think about careful mouth touches, and the tender of you. The warm, soft hollow of you, and how I lose my bottom lip wondering about yours. I’ll kiss you there, I promise. I promise.
—  Azra.T., “These wrists, these eyes, these praying hands.”
I like her. Like, I genuinely like her. I spend hours daydreaming about walking up to her and slipping my fingers in the spaces between hers and just holding her hand in mine. I spend hours just thinking of ways to say hi to her. ‘Hey’ No. 'Hiya’ Hiya? What the fuck? 'Sup?’ Sup? Sup? Oh my god. I spend hours missing her and texting her stupid gifs and memes that hopefully make her smile. I like hearing her voice even if it’s just through the phone because she’s sick or at work or with her family. When we talk it feels like she’s right next to me. And when she is next to me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
—  Oko Ninjah (like)
I think I found home in the spaces between his fingers, he holds my name in his heart like it’s made out of porcelain. I crave his hugs because even if it’s just for a few seconds, I can feel his touch and his arms around me. And I can be intoxicated by his scent. His heart beat is the last thing I want to hear when I go to sleep at night, I want him to make love to my ears and talk about anything he’s passionate about for hours, I’ll gladly listen. His voice has become my new favourite sound. It’s like I found my sweet escape when I’m alone with him, I want to cuddle with him, make him laugh, and make him moan. He’s my object of affection, my drug of choice, and my sick obsession. I want that boy like roses want rain, like a poet that needs pain, and nothing has ever felt sweeter than falling for him.
—  I just threw up some sappy words onto my tumblr page

     “That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You.

i like the way
you fill the empty spaces
in between my fingers.
i like the way
your hand fits perfectly
when intertwined with mine.
i like the way
you are able to rest your chin
right above my head.
i like the way
your scent lingers on me
after we embrace each other.

these are just the little things
that draw me closer to you
each and every day.

but these are also the little things
that could make me fall apart
if you ever decided to walk away.

—  d-magz, “The Little Things”
Owl City Sentence Starters
  • "Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there."
  • "Take a long, hard look through your textbook, 'cause I'm history."
  • "Do you wish we'd fall in love?"
  • "Was it love at first sight?"
  • "I swear I won't forget you."
  • "I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises."
  • "I tried to disappear, but you're the only reason I'm still here."
  • "This is the future, and you are alive."
  • "There's a bright light up ahead, and help is on the way."
  • "Carry me away from here."
  • "The more I try to move on, the more I feel alone."
  • "If my heart was a house, you'd be home."
  • "It's just a matter of time."
  • "The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."
  • "She was everything to me."