i wanna touch you for hours as we listen to soft music in your bedroom.
Sometimes I just scroll through my blog and look at the trash my humour has become
to anyone suffering from an eating disorder, or depression, or anxiety, or any mental health or physical health problems. if you need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to listen to you mumble, or even someone to just sit on the phone or on Skype or whatever with you so you don’t feel alone, I am here. whether it’s 3 am or 2 pm, I will always be here if you need me.
I love you. today and everyday. Easy sailing. 💕
I’m really into lazily giving hickies
like, you’ll be reading a book or playing with your phone and I just want to lay next to you and get my mouth on you
your back, your tummy, your thighs, your chest
Doesn’t matter
I want to mark you up just because I like seeing it the next morning
pretty little reminders that are in various shades
pretty little reminders that you’re mine and only mine
I love that feeling of like… having alone time but also with someone? You know when you’re in the same room, sitting together on the sofa or the bed, quietly and separately doing your own things. Maybe leaning against each other or softly touching. Sometimes you don’t actually wanna talk but you’re still enjoying the silent presence of that person. There’s a sense of quiet, peaceful comfort.
everything looks so different up here;
i wonder why it took me so long to move on.
if a girl put her hands on my waist & slip them under my shirt just a tiny bit i would die i know this it’s just a fact
