“I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.”
— S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)

(via lezobey)

I’ve been thinking -You are so weird just like me. You make me smile so much on a daily basis my cheeks hurt. I can’t remember what my days where like before you entered my life and now I can sleep at night as soon as I know you are tucked away safely in bed. When you lay across my chest I can feel your energy running through my veins. I care so much for you that I just want to see you happy, even if the smile on your face is created by someone else. I want you to travel and grow and fulfill your dreams. Your eyes are the same colour as my favorite place in the world, I noticed that day when you were swimming, I kissed you on the forehead and told you your eyes are beautiful. I love that you remember that. I love that you feel everything I feel. I love that every morning I wake up to a cute messages from you or kisses all over my neck. I love that the days all fade into a blur when I miss you. I love that I know you love me -I can see it in your eyes. I love that you can see it in mine. I love that you believe in me and you think I’m perfect. I love how I don’t want to change or own you, I want you to be free. I love how unselfish you make me. I love how I am my better self around you. I love how everything make sense when you kiss me. I love how we talk for hours about the most bizarre things. I love how we laugh at each other. I love how I am mean to you and you already know I’m joking. I love how you can make me cry. I love how you make me feel everything. I have a skip to my step it’s cute. You are cute. My weakness is cute. I love how we complete each other. Babe, I think I’m inlove with you. And I know that you’re inlove with me too.

“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.”
— Mark Strand (via observando)