Can you imagine lying in someone’s arms at dusk and listening to the sound of their heartbeat? Being so completely and utterly in love with them that the steady thud in their chest is somehow a miracle, drawing you in and reminding you that life is precious. Suddenly, everything is fragile and beautiful. The way the blood pumps through their veins, the way their chest rises and falls; these simple indications of life are so overwhelming. They’re alive and right beside you. They’re in love with you. They’re alive. You’re alive. It’s okay. 

reblog if you like girls and pasta

Can you imagine lying in someone’s arms at dusk and listening to the sound of their heartbeat? Being so completely and utterly in love with them that the steady thud in their chest is somehow a miracle, drawing you in and reminding you that life is precious. Suddenly, everything is fragile and beautiful. The way the blood pumps through their veins, the way their chest rises and falls; these simple indications of life are so overwhelming. They’re alive and right beside you. They’re in love with you. They’re alive. You’re alive. It’s okay.