I want to run to him. I want to pour my soul into him and hollow out a space in my heart for his heart or whatever else he might want to put there. I don’t care. I want to know what he likes and convince him I invented all of those things and I did it for him and he likes them because they remind him of me. I want to whisper in his ear while he’s sleeping and tantalize his soul like, didn’t you know we’ve done this all before? Been here before? I’ll love you like I always did, with my entire being.

I’m back on iPhone and all is right in the world. Who’s going to stop me you fucks

Suki Waterhouse just gets it like idk what else to tell you

I don't have anything to prove to him. I will let my actions and heart and feelings speak for themselves. In due time he'll see. In due time, we will learn to eat around the bad parts like rotting fruit.

How long do I have to keep pretending I'm not enamored with you. I want to kiss all of the time, and be several hours late to bed because of it. I maybe even want to fall in love here and walk around my haunts with a stupid smile. when people ask what I'm smiling at I could tell them about you. And anyway, I wouldn't, but it would be nice to make that decision right then.

How can a man be so bad at gambling with love he don't have?

Unprompted 3 am call. Falling in love together, at the same time. He's in my web now. Wrap him up tight til it's time to bite down.