i don’t understand how people get so attractive like wtf take a break it’s annoying
today at chipotle
cashier (dude): “you have really pretty eyes”
me: “thank you! I took a chem test today.”
lol wut. why am I awk
You see him for the first time and he’ll walk right past you like you’re a piece of chewing gum on the bottom of his shoe, completely obliterating your existence, but you see him in the crowd and just know he’s going to mean the world to you someday.
It’s five in the goddamn morning and you’re both screaming at the top of your lungs in frustration fighting back tears. In that moment you proved to yourself, and to him, that what you have is worth fighting for. With love comes heartache, but my god you need to make sure he knows you love him. You mutter it under your breath and he looks at you and just knows. Without hesitation he grabs your face, pushes your hair out of your eyes and says ‘I love you, too.’
When he’s sprawled out with his head on your lap shaking with frustration you’ll wonder how someone whose heart possess enough love to rid the world of war could hate himself so immensely or how a man who looked like he carried the world on his shoulders could crumble so easily.
You’ll find comfort in abandoned galleries where art used to consume the walls because now his love consumes the walls of your heart. Maybe it’s the way his eyes light up the room or the way his smile melts your heart. Or maybe it’s how his laugh has become your favorite sound or the way he caressed your cheek and goosebumps filled your skin. And then there’s his voice… he could make you do anything with that voice.
He’ll lay next to you running his fingers down the spine of your back like he is writing a book of his love for you, binding the words together in a perfect poem and you’ll lie awake at three in the morning while your head runs wild with thoughts of him.
He doesn’t believe in God and even if he did there is no place in heaven for him because the way your lips fit perfectly around his neck takes him to a place he’ll never forget.
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them