paper thoughts

If you can’t get someone off your mind they are probably supposed to be there.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

someone asked me to describe home and i started talking about your hair color and the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips and how your skin feels like until i realized they had expected to hear a place

Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. 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 of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

I’m picturing us on rooftops in strange cities, with strange people, and us. Always us.