où êtes-vous, où suis-je

netflix and…rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair continuously

i can spend hours telling you how much i love you and it would still not be enough

come sleep with me 

the actions associated with physically caring for another human being are so intimate and sacred that they’re often not even spoken about, just felt. like someone combing your hair or putting lotion on you or fixing your outfit or bathing you or caressing you, it’s almost familial. there’s a sentiment in it that equalizes both parties, shouts “i’m here like you’re here and we’re here together, not alone” its powerful and balming

me @ my hell brain after going through the 4737238th mood change in 3 hours: are you quite finished

try what

oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?