what cannot be said will be wept.

the fact that a girl isn't falling in love with me and reading poetry to me at 1 am is very homophobic of the universe :/

Let’s cuddle up in bed and binge our favourite shows

on cold, rainy days, we hide away in the living room, with the curtains drawn tight to hold in the warmth. i spend my afternoon writing, and you doze beside me, comforted by the constant clicking of my keys. before we know it, we have accumulated a hoard of animals, sprawled and sleeping all around us. our cats perch on your lap and your legs, lined in a row of furry loafs, and our dog snores on the floor below. i think: this is what i have been waiting for.

I just want to cup a girl's face, caress her checks with my thumbs and give her a forehead kiss, is that too much to ask for?

Is there anything more romantic than someone writing you a love letter by hand, slipping it between the pages of a book they have recommended, to wait until you find it later?

i just wanna sit on your lap and give you 17372838 kisses tbh

I just want to crawl under a blanket with her and just hold her and cuddle her and shower her with kisses and let her know that everything is ok and that I’m there for her.

But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.

"anything for you babygirl" nghhhhhhh

I want to stargaze with you

Can I skip to the part where I get to wake up every single morning next to my wife and hear her sleepy, cute voice while I snuggle into her?