maybe intimacy isn't taking off your clothes. maybe it's taking off your "i'm fine." maybe it's being naked in ways that have nothing to do with skin.

i’m not hot enough to make up for how weird i am

someone who texts you boring little details of their day, just so they have a reason to talk to you

i’m such a “why?” person; i want reasons, and i need to understand

Crazy how long it takes your heart to heal from shit sometimes.

being in love isn’t a mood, it’s a commitment. even when you’re not in the mood for it.

I’m that girlfriend that stares at you and smiles all the time even when you aren’t looking because I’m so obsessed with you

“show me” - i love when someone says show me your nails, show me what you ate, show me that piece you wrote. show me everything about you