Riley

any love i showed you is yours to keep.

Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

him getting dressed after sex, grin big as he puts on his shirt and watches you lay on his bed, surrounded by him. “you know,” he says, pulls his jeans up and begins to buckle his belt. “you could stay there, forever, and i’d be the happiest man alive.”

Hug me until I smell like you

just thinking about men who lean their heads down to listen to what you have to say because of the height difference, humming along to your words, accidentally nosing against your cheek because he knows it flusters you before murmuring, "keep talking, sweet girl. i'm listening."

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.