I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.
^ this is amazing
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.
There’s a darkness slowly creeping back into my life. I can feel it whenever life slows down.
Do I keep myself busy and run from it, or let it consume me and go from there?..
You’re too good at not caring.
I don’t like it.
Kissing a girl on the forehead is one of the sweetest things in the world.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
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