Loving You

oh to make pasta from scratch with the love of your life and then eat it and then kiss and then sleep

yes it is true. i, unfortunately am diagnosed with lovey dovey bitch syndrome 

My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us loses and says something nice

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

op are you okay

yes im married to her now

I wanna sit on your lap and kiss you until we’re out of breath

Home doesn’t feel like home without you here. Home is when you hold me close and I bury my face in your neck. Home is when I roll over in the middle of the night and you, barely awake, move to put your arm around me again

Home doesn’t feel like home without you here. Home is when you hold me close and I bury my face in your neck. Home is when I roll over in the middle of the night and you, barely awake, move to put your arm around me again

couldn’t stop thinking about that one franz kafka quote about hiding your face in your lovers embrace and them doing the same because the world doesn’t need to see you anyways need me a freak like that