untitled.

mutterings and splashes of my emotions that i can sometimes articulate. 

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[octoberbrunette]

“Your kiss,–those hands, those eyes divine,”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “To Fanny,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

To the sweetest and most wonderful lover: who feels so good and right inside of me, and on top of me, and all over me.

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

I feel like I need to keep touching you until I can’t anymore.

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

I love feeling remnants of our love on my skin.

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

Everything you do continues to take my breath away.

[iamlaichici]

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

What I did in a past life to experience you, I will never know. But I am so grateful.

[thisishowifeelabout-you]

Did I know you once in another life?

Are we here just once or a billion times?

Well, I wish I knew, but it doesn't matter

'Cause you're here right now, and I know what I feel.