It is August, and I have already spent over half the year thinking of you.

(via classy-perfectionn)

I know I shake when you don’t call and I feel like I can’t breathe when you forget to tell me you love me. I know that sometimes the words that come spilling out of my mouth at 3 AM make me sound crazy. I know that I love you a little too much. I know everything really hurts right now. I hope you know that I will always be here to keep the blood inside your veins. I hope you know that I will always be here to kiss you goodnight even if I fall asleep crying afterwards. I hope you know that you are the only reason I’ve still got stars hidden under my skin. I hope you know that you are the only thing that keeps the flowers in my lungs from dying. I know we’re fucked up. I know that sometimes I make you feel like you’re choking. I hope you know that I’m sorry. I hope you know that I see you in everything. I hope you know that it’s okay. I hope you know that you’re all I want. I hope you know that I think you’re wonderful. I hope you know that I think you’re every sunset and every thunderstorm and every cup of tea in the universe. I hope you know that you are my entire galaxy. I hope you know that I love you.

everything I know, everything I hope that you know (via extrasad)

(via classy-perfectionn)

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

i.
To keep a loose hold,
or to cling to the things you love?
ii.
To chance losing it all,
or never gain?
iii.
To let it go,
or clench it in fearful fists?
iv.
To take the leap and risk falling,
or ensure you never know how it feels to fly?

Decisions, decisions. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via neversettleforlesssss)

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via petrichour)

(via 7-weeks)

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)

(via 7-weeks)

What I know:
Shadow. You are a shadow. You think you are the darkness, but you are wrong. Shadows are born of light.

What I know:
Your laughter is a song and I will use it to play myself to sleep.

What I know:
I will never tire of running my fingers through your hair or down the planes of your chest and I think I stopped breathing the first time I looked your way.

What I know:
You are fuzzy around the edges and I am waiting for the clarity.

What I know:
The only thing that matters.

What I know:
I love you.

Silhouette (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via 7-weeks)

I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.

I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.

I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via goodwinmacalister)

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trippiest:

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

(via smokebluntsdropbeats)

I’m still waiting for you here.

(via jonahchill)

You say I’m crazy,
Cos you don’t think I know what you’ve done,
And when you call me baby,
I know I’m not the only one

Sam Smith (via love-with-me)

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