Anonymous asked:
Do you have a nsfw account?
Hahaha no
I don’t want to fall in love.
I want to rise
in love with pick-me-up
hugs and side-splitting
laughter.
I want to crawl
into bed in love – a little early,
sleepy, and gleeful – drunk
on every syllable
that comes from your lips.
I want to dance
in love, my body pressed
against yours, my head
on your chest, my arms
around your neck.
I want to cry
in love at 2am when you hold
all my broken pieces
and kiss them
one by one.
I want to skip
in love, hand in hand
down the sidewalk, covered
in chalk and grass stains.
I want to snuggle
in love on the couch
watching whatever keeps
me awake in your arms.
I want to sing
in love, harmonizing
with your silky smooth
voice and my own loud
slightly congested one.
I want to die
in love with you
by my side and let the angels
carry our souls to nest
in the clouds together.
I don’t want to fall in love.
(T. // rise in love)
“It’s just never going to get any easier is it. It’s never going away, this missing you. It’s going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself - along with all the other sadnesses - and quietly carry around with me forever.”
— Ranata Suzuki
(via theprocast)
“It hurts when the only person who’s arms felt the safest were the same arms that pushed you away and let you fall without them there to catch you,”
21:45 - Maybe you were the danger who’s arms I wrapped myself in
pllrose