i remember looking at her and thinking “yeah, i’m going to do whatever it takes for her to be mine.” i knew that when i heard her speak for the first time, i wanted to hear that voice for as long as i could.
she had a way with being raw in front of you but at the same time restricting herself from allowing you to truly know her. i wanted to know every piece of her. the thoughts in her head, the fears, the aspirations, the sadness, the happiness, the time she felt most alive all the way to the time she felt like she wasn’t going to make it another minute. i wanted to know every single aspect that made her the way she was. i wanted to fall in love with everything about her; i was going to fall in love with everything about her. she made you feel like you knew her, but then you take a second look and realize you don’t know her at all. she was her own person, not needing another soul; but you could tell that she wanted someone to understand her.
perfection doesn’t exist, but god she comes as close to it as a person can.
(via justcasuallygay)
“ be with someone who makes adventures out of late night trips to the grocery store. be with someone who mindlessly reaches over for your hand while they drive. be with someone who can’t fall asleep without hearing your sleepy “goodnight”. be with someone who brightens your Monday and motivates you to do better. be with someone who makes the stars seem to shine a little brighter. ”
(via breaking-the-bridges)
i wanna tie you up, spank you- leaving the outline of my hand behind, and fuck you til your body gives in to me. but i also want to hold your hand and cuddle you and be so gentle with you, idk.
Listen, I did Not wear this flannel to be mistaken for a Straight Person,
(via hello-lesbians)
