#when she asks

[rayarink]

A2 - "What's for dinner?" 2B - *begins to undress*

I BRING A MEME. Because that's what I do in my free time :’)

[intelligent-space-gay]

I’ve had so many ‘god I wish I could lay on the floor rn’ moments over the past week n tbh I could but also I know I would never get up

[knifeforagoodboy]

nothing like my mum asking me if i’ve been on any dates to bring me down for the rest of the day

[sassyll2l]

Today my family and I spent 4 hours in the car, so we listened to some Cabin Pressure. We listened to Limerick. My 7yo got VERY into the guessing game of the what the heck was in the box that was maybe alive and made by a horse. And then, ya know, they kind of explain it at the end of the episode. But she’s 7. She was like “WHAT IS IT??” When it was over, I said, “It was some of what you need from a male horse to make baby horses with a female horse. The male horse was a very nice fancy horse, so they want to make more nice fancy baby horses.” Y’all, I thought this was finally going to be the day I explain sexual intercourse to the 7 year old. But no. She said, gleefully, “They had horse body cells in the box?? Haha!! Weird!” Like, this kid knows ALLLLL about uteruses and vaginas and childbirth and DNA, but she has never shown even the tiniest hint of being at all interested in what penises have to do with all this. As far as she’s concerned, the penises don’t even come into it. IMAGINE MY DELIGHT

[justaphotograffer]

When she asks why you love her. (Not mine. Just thought it was good.)

I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart.

I love you because I have no choice; I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink.

I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you.

It was my soul and you are its mate.

Through the paths we have taken to one another, I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine.

I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival.

I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this: when the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes,and you will know why I love you.

[ourfight-isnever-over]

her: "wait what were you saying earlier?"

me: "i SAAID, i don't give a fuuuuck."

[strawberrymoons]

When she asks...

When she scraps the magazine covers off of her skin

When she plucks the dandelions from her veins

When she releases the pennies from her eyelids

And cries like a broken wishing well

She will stitch her pain to wind

Wait for u to breath

And rip a question out of the soil in her throat

She will ask

Whether or not u think she is still beautiful

And when that moment kamikazes onto your doorstep

Unfold it like a letter from somebody you don’t recall giving your address to

Pour yourself a glass silence

Look her in her eyes as if you were having a starring contest

With the best parts of a life that you’ve yet to experience

And say….

Yes

[nouselifestyle]

#♥

When she scraps the magazine covers off of her skin

When she plucks the dandelions from her veins

When she releases the pennies from the subway tunnels underneath her eyelids

And cries like a broken wishing well

She will stitch her pain to wind

And wait for u to breath

She will rip a question out of the soil in her throat

And ask whether or not u think she is still beautiful

And when that moment kamikazes onto your doorstep

Unfold it like a letter from somebody you don’t recall giving your address to

Pour yourself a glass silence

Look her in her eyes as if you were having a starring contest

With the best parts of a life that you’ve yet to experience

And say….

Yes