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i need a long and handsy make out session. its an emergency
i want you even on days you donāt want yourself.
I find a new reason to love you every day.
concept: your significant other loves taking pictures of you when youāre not watching. a candid of you laughing so hard your eyes are closed. one of cooking breakfast wearing their oversized shirt. one of you curled up asleep on the couch. a picture of every reason they love you.Ā
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you ā and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created ā out of five vowels and three consonants.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters To Vera (via oiseauperdu)
thank you for loving me when itās hard to love myself
Kissing the back of someoneās hand? Hot. Calling someone āloveā or ādarlingā? Hot. Saying you āfancyā someone? Hot. Tucking the other personās hair behind their ear? Hot. Grabbing someone by the collar or tie to kiss them? Hot. Spinning someone back around into an embrace and/or kiss? Hot.
i will never truly understand why people dislike brown eyes so greatly, for they are so beautiful. when i look into your eyes just as the sun sets below the horizon, i see pure liquid gold from the most dazzling mines, and warm honey with a smile sweeter than sugar. and as i stare into the beauty of them when they moon is high in the sky shining down on us both, late at night, i see eyes so dark. like soil after rain, where flowers will bloom and nature will find its home, weaving its way into your very being, where it belongs.
oh, but my dear, donāt think itās only your beauty i so love with looking into those brown eyes of yours, for they are a window to your soul. and your soul is the most vibrant, most incredible and most important soul i have ever laid eyes upon. it shines like the sun, and as i look into them i see heaven; i see the stars, the galaxies, the universe and so much more because you are everything. you are an angel so far from home, a god who has lost his way, but i am so happy that you found me.
so yes, my stars, my sky, my prince, my love, when i say i adore your brown eyes just know i mean it so much more than you could possibly think.
i canāt imagine a future without you, my darling
i love you.
i know i say that a lot. over text, in my head, out loud. but i could never say it enough.
i love the way you look at me with a smile on your face after iāve told a joke, love the smell of your hoodies, love your laugh that gets my heart racing, love catching your eye the same time i catch yours, love being so near as we walk side by side that we touch, love trying to sit in the same chair and laughing when we barely fit, love seeing your face when you see a gift i got you, love daydreaming about you till my head hurts, love talking to you on the phone about nothing yet everything, love seeing you in a crowded room and feeling myself grin, love sitting across from you and thinking about how lucky i am to have met you, love hearing all about your day, love getting a text from you right after iāve texted you, love being mentioned to your friends and family with warmth in your voice, love just loving you.
You get me through so many tough days, I hope I do the same for you.
iām too soft of a bitch to have lived when love letters were common practice. iād get One and go lay down by a river and my friends would be likeĀ āwhatās wrong?ā and iād be likeĀ āmy friends, iāve fallen illāĀ
I told you theyād like Stevie!
do you lot ever just think of a special some1 and are suddenly filled w ššššššš