I hope it’s so difficult because that’s how many moments you spent happy.
That’s how many moments were so good you cannot just choose one."
— (via desertyears)
Ive spend the last year blocking out every emotion towards the opposite sex.
That wall has caved, and I dont know how to deal with these emotions.
All i want
Is to enter our dark room
That smells of must, heavy air, and our combined smells
I want to slip under the sheets, without your knowledge
Feel your warmth as i curl my body around your form.
I want to tuck my hands under your upper arms
Let my fingers trail across your chest until they rest on your stomach.
I want to feel your muscles ebb and flow as you sigh, feel your every breath as you moan lightly in your sleep.
I will tuck my head into the crook of your neck, feel your hair tickle my forehead as i breathe you in and kiss your shoulder, feeling your skin scortch my lips
The salt from my tears will wake me.
Reminding me that you are now just a dream.
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
— Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" (via blutgifte)
Im having a mid-twenties life crisis.
I am a total emotional wreck.
Ive been stressed out of my mind and these mood swings are killing me.
And today i came to the realization that both my dogs are double digits.
Now im sobbing uncontrollably.
At least im clear minded enough to realize how STUPID THIS IS.
I seriously probably need a xanax or something. Fuck.