A Kind of Magic

Katharine: Like it’s MY fault my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill.

I wish i could have a normal crush... but no, my brain wants to worship every little detail of you until it drives me insane

the feminine urge to caress his face and tell him I adore him every thirty seconds

i catch feelings so fucking fast it’s not even funny. my mindset is like, if i like your vibe & were continuously texting for like a week, you got me hooked.

I'm counting down the seconds until I can see you. I can't sleep at night unless I can feel you there with me, even if it's just your voice. My fingers ache when they aren't able to comb oh so softly through your hair. You leave me longing, wishing for more of whatever it is you give me. How is it that every inch of you is perfect? How is it that the longer I watch you the more I fall in love? You're my life at this point, and I just know that I couldn't live without you. How did I wake up before knowing you?