“You’re my favorite,” he said offhand.
“Favorite what?” she wondered aloud.

“Oh, well,” he stammered. “Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see appear on my phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon. Fill in the blank, beautiful…I left it at favorite for a reason.”

“You’re my favorite too,” she whispered.

pensivepenman (via modernhepburn)

I want you to moan. I want you to gasp in my ear, pretending like you’re trying to hide the sound, like you’re trying to smother it, but I still hear it. I want your fingernails to dig into my skin and your lips to move faster and harder and deeper against mine. I want your eyes to roll back in your head and your body to push into mine, until we’re sticking to each other’s skin. I want to feel the heat radiating from your skin, I want to feel your muscles shake against my flesh. I want you to beg and I want you to throw your head back, shuddering for breath. I want your neck to be exposed for me to bite and your chest to be bare so it can be skin on skin, flesh on flesh. I want your legs wrapped around me, I want us to grind on each other so hard it makes your muscles clench and your jaw drop and your eyes have a look of pure ecstasy.

(via rosie-loves-her-muses)

You deserve better,” he whispers, staring at his hands.
“That’s what you don’t get,” she says, and she’s exasperated. “I don’t care if I deserve better, because I want you.”
He lifts his head. She takes his hand.
“There is nothing better than you.

H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #12 (via fitzsimmonsofrp)

he looks at you and sees something he can’t have.
he looks at you and sees something untouchable.
he looks at you and sees something that he wants so fucking badly.
he looks at you and sees someone who deserves the entire universe,
or at the very least, the sun itself.

but he’s stuck on earth,
and he looks at himself and sees a disaster,
war torn and lost and undeserving.

you deserve everything, and he’s nothing.
(via androxedas)

first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.

second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind.

third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly.

fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down.

fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.

( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)