i’m a museum & this is my brain

Cooking for someone as a form of intimacy.

green flag: she laughs at her own jokes

what if, and stay with me here, your nipples were in my mouth

reblog to bap prev with your paw

tell your girl she’s a realization of the divine or i will

I hope that anyone who is out here chasing the "ghosts" or remnants of a past life, relationship or has found themselves trapped within the realm of regret and the "could of, should of, would of" scenarios, forgive themselves, and free themselves. Let that shit go, it's just going to weigh you down. Move on and enjoy your life.

Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back on your mind, no matter how distracted you are.