Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
Tag: fw/hg
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.
I love getting called baby like Yes it’s true I am a baby but most importantly I am Your baby so please say it again
My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us loses and says something nice
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.
(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. )
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
(via moanables)
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How many Librarians does it take to get Jenkins out of a box?