we are suchaa mess♡

i could find constellations on your skin and trace your fragility in a tumbling line back to your core, as all roads lead to you!

I hate how much I crave you — not just your body, but the sound of your breath when I kiss the curve of your shoulder. You exhale like a confession. Like a prayer. And I am no god, but I always answer.

"How cruel to be touched by want, but never held by love."

Your voice, cracked and breathless, begging me not to stop — it wasn’t just lust. It was relief. Like my touch reminded you, you were still alive. And baby, every time you came undone, so did I.

i’m fixing myself because i understand that sometimes i am the problem, too.

can’t wait to be choked by a hand that has our wedding ring on :)

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

How do you heal when the damage feels like home?

"for you, i would" is such a gentle n sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.

I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes, I can't tell anyone else.

For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.