nobody to wish for, nobody to hope for

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane

i don’t want a job i want to read good books and drink good coffee and get kissed on the neck

MAY WE ALL READ GOOD BOOKS AND DRINK GOOD COFFEE AND GET KISSED ON THE NECK THIS YEAR

Holding hands, being held, holding hands while being held....sleeping next to someone, waking up beside them, kissing them before and after sleep...brushing their hair out of their eyes, kissing their forehead and cheeks and mouth...i swear i just want the small things

in my humble opinion, the most beautiful thing abt love is the effort. like the one that doesn't even feel like effort, just deliberate action motivated by pure love and desire to make another person happy. making conscious choices in favour of that person, taking your time to create special moments and rituals, distance nor time notwithstanding

non-lip kisses are my absolute favorite. absentmindedly kissing the back of someone’s palm as you hold hands. chaste forehead kisses and brushes against their cheek. silly boops on the nose. kissing fluttering eyelashes. neck kisses that barely touch skin but are no less passionate. kisses on collar bones or exposed tummies. sloppy kisses at the corners of someone’s mouth. kissing each and every fingertip with a delicate touch.