findyourlove

Love yourself with the same love that you search for

I wouldn’t mind having my neck kissed by you for hours.

You can’t take back what you said.

Some days, I wonder if you miss me. Other days, I wonder why I’m still wondering.

Don’t fuck with someone’s feelings because you’re unsure about yours.

Ich vermisse dich.

marry me. let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. we can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. marry me. we’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls. we can hold hands and go to parties we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub. marry me. and slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand. let me love you forever. marry me.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

I want to hear your laugh just as much as I want to hear your moan

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

fuck your bed you can sleep in mine

Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.

Yes, I miss you.

We all have a someone we fucking don’t want to let go.