the rib cage

anonymous asked:

33 with Gabo? (͡ ͡° ͜ つ ͡͡°)

YESSSSS. Time to annoy the favorite hispanic man.

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Stop.” Gabriel demanded, staring at you as you proceeded to continue what you were doing.

“No.” You responded flatly, jabbing your pen into his rib cage as he sat at his desk.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

He sighed, pushing himself away from his desk, grabbing your hand in the process.

“Attention?” He asked, a mischievous tone overtaking his voice.

He pulled you close to him, making you fall in his lap with his sudden tug, his free hand roaming over your body.

“Cariño,” He spoke quietly, putting his face close to your ear. “I hope this is the kind of attention you wanted.”

how to love a ghost.

wrap your arms around her and tell her that you love her and ignore the fact that sometimes she disappears from your grasp. ghosts are good at hiding but you are good at finding.

find the missing pieces of her that she swears are lost for good.

remind her that there is still beauty in the hollowed out spaces of her body. plant flowers in her rib cage. kiss every scar with the promise that the sun continues to shine - she just has to open the curtains. tear the cobwebs from the corners of her hear, fill it with warmth and love. remind her that sometimes things that are lost end up being found.

i will always find you.