XV

All she has to do is exist, I’ll handle the rest

oh, to call a boy 'pretty boy' and have him be flustered by it, not knowing how to respond

a man who softly guides you into his side whenever he feels like you’re standing too far away (you’re at a regular distance)

I’d burn the world down for her if she asked me to.

sorry for sending u 20 posts in a row. everything in the entire world reminds me of u. becuase i love you

"I can't lose you again" is the trope of all time perhaps

Doctor prescribed me 2 hours of nuzzling into your neck and letting out a happy sigh

When someone says they love you "for who you are" or "because you're you" that's not a cop-out or a non-answer. You are being told in no uncertain terms that you are loved for something that's not gonna change overnight. You can stop being funny. You can lose your skills. You can cease to be beautiful in the ways you currently are. But you can't stop being you. And therefore you can't stop being loved.

parasocialism is bad Unless its with me. i love you. yes You. Specifically

identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something

big men who blush when you compliment them. big men who fumble their words, who get all fidgety when you're sitting next to them because they can't focus. big men who do that little aw shucks rub on the back of their neck when you kiss them on the cheek. big men who love cuddling you. big men who pick you up like you're light as air and tuck you into their side so you can't see how big they're smiling