I wish I could keep you safe. Wrapped in cotton, protected from the world’s rough edges. In a cage made of my arms, away from its sharp teeth, always trying to take a bite. Stand behind my heart, please. I’ll let it burn for you, break for you, just to keep yours intact.

To be unhinged and pathetically intense about your fun little obsessions is actually very freeing and good for you

Source: my heart

Keep your friends close and your best friends closer. Close enough to hug. Close enough to kiss.

Some people deserve to be spoiled rotten. Just completely smothered in love. Babied within an inch of their lives.

Called you a ‘fool’ because ‘mine’ would’ve given it away. But you could tell what I meant, right? I couldn’t hide the smile.

I wasn’t born to work, I was born to swim in the water of the slow dancing beach and pine, stand in the love me again cave and yearn, lay in bed in the rainy days apartment and long

The asylum where I was raised wouldn’t even take you in

I think I’ll rest my heart in your hands and my head on your shoulder. They’re the safest places I know.

How do you say ‘love’ in your language? Is it with words, like “have you eaten?” and “don’t get sick”? Is it with actions, like a soothing touch, a hug? It is more subtle than that? Does it show through the eyes, does it soften them?

Girl dinner?

Trust a yearner to turn everything into tragic endings and poetry

I think being sweet gives you a special glint in the eyes, makes you glow. Like a glazed donut.

Me when I carve someone’s name on my heart as if it were a tree bark

A relationship should be 50/50: one yaps and one listens with eyes droopy with fondness, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of their mouth

It’s the art that matters, the artist. Never the circus around them or the people who try to make them into puppets.

Mini garden tour because my little babies look so pretty!

You mean the time I spend in bed scrolling on my phone after I said I was going to sleep

I wore this smile just for you.

“Are you drunk?” No, just silly

We can’t kiss but we can think about it and play off like we hate each other. A love language.