periods are ridiculous i shouldn’t be punished for not getting pregnant
We wake up in the morning face-to-face. Well, I wake up. You’re asleep. Your eyes are closed. For a minute I just look at you. I start at your hairline. Your sleep-rumpled mane. My gaze sweeps down to your forehead, your temples, your ears. Your adorable ears. I reach one hand up and delicately run one finger over your ear.
I look down to your nose. Your cute little nose. The curve above your lip, down to your top lip. The soft parting of them where your breath comes out. Your lower lip. Your chin. Your jawline. I love all of it. I want to soak all of you up with my eyes. I want to remember everything. I want to take a picture with my mind.
Just let me have this. Let me have you.
Outside, the sounds of the city streets echo. I can hear cars, the murmurs of people talking, our neighbors turning on their shower. I can hear the world beginning to turn. It’s early. The sun is soft yellow and filtered by gray. I can hear a light breeze, a distant alarm clock, a ruffle as you shift your legs in your sleep — closer to mine, wrapping our ankles together.
I look at your neck, your shoulders, your arms. I take you in. I take a deep breath and I smell you. You always tell me you smell like nothing in particular, but you’re wrong. You smell like you. You smell like you in the morning — warm and cozy and like love…."
Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via durianseeds)
i feel really lucky to have a few lovely folks in my life like this. annoying music & bad reality tv & sitting around are fool-proof ways to my heart.
the worst form of torture is waiting for a package to arrive
when you see something and your heart sinks and youre just like oh ok then