

(Source: spottiedottie2, via bled)
I realized instead of the poet; I desperately wanted to be the poem.
I guess that’s just how it works out. (via justmywrites)
I guess that’s just how it works out. (via justmywrites)
Love isn’t butterflies every single day waiting to see you next, it’s not sweaty palms, or rehearsed texts. It’s not overthinking, or anything you’d ever imagine. It’s the ‘see you later’ kisses, the goodnight kisses, the texts that are simple, the questions about your day, it’s caring for someone as much as you care for yourself and putting their well-being and health a priority. It’s comforting them when they’re sick, making them tea, getting soup. Loving someone is putting your fears aside because they make everything seem okay. They make you feel safe, love is having a best friend, a food partner, a lover, a drinking buddy, someone whos eyes you can meet in a crowded room, but most of all, above anything else; love is having someone there for you, who supports you, and makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.
I’ve found love with you.
Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.
(via hplyrikz)
(via hplyrikz)
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