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I am just supposed to live my life without you?
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I am just supposed to live my life without you?
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Why are men so weird? They can talk about Quantum Physics for fun, and yet can't do simplest of chores
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I don't wanna hide anymore, I've hidden myself enough. The child in me deserves to be liberated.
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I want to be with you but I also want to be with myself.
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I wish you'd hold my hand and take me places.
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If you invited me to Knockturn Alley, I would come; for you.
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You, my love, are everything that's right with this world.
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I am on a rollercoaster without a seatbelt.
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Saying "Goodnight" to you isn't my goodbye. It just means that I'll see you in my dreams in a few minutes.
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I can kiss you now; and I never want to stop. Either I kiss you, or write about it. That's all I know.
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Love
Your name means love, it would be treacherous to not love you
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Your hand in mine
I held your hand in mine, afraid of letting go
You held it just as tight, playing with my fingers; filling the gaps between them
It feels like hands are not supposed to exist singularly, they should exist like this; entwined forever, like your hand in mine.
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I wish I could...
I wish I could kiss you
like I want to.
on top of you
slowly bringing down my lips,
never quite touching yours
bringing my hands
up to the nape of your neck
one of my hands,
cupping your cheek
looking into your eyes
like I never dare to
fearing that you might see me,
and know how I feel.
but this time,
daring you to
see me.
touching your forehead to mine
tilting to whisper
sweet nothings in your ear
(yes, I'm a romantic)
kneeling in to touch my nose
to yours and exhaling
letting you feel my breath
and feeling yours instead
slowly bringing down
my lips to yours
and inhaling you
like I haven't taken a breath
in a long time
I wish I could do that.
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...an alien concept
Love felt like an alien concept
before I knew about it
before I understood it
before I felt it
I read alot of books,
trying to find it
watched alot of movies,
never understood
I guess there's a time and place for everything
I never got around to noting the time
maybe it was when you showed up at my door ( I'm pretty sure it wasn't)
or when you tricked me into letting you stay
or when you kissed me
or when you pissed me off
or when you stayed when I pushed you away (many times at that)
I didn't fall in love with you
I fell in love with the idea of you
I don't love your body
I love the warmth it radiates
I don't love your lips
I love the way they kiss me
I don't love your eyes
I love how they look at me
I don't love your hands
I love how they touch me
I don't love your brain
I love the hidden ideas you never share
I don't love you
I love you
I still don't understand love
but I think I feel it now.
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I miss you. Do I say it enough? I don't think so. I've never been the one to share how I feel about you. I could miss you every second of the day and still not text you. I could suffer and still not call you. I don't blame you for I suffer at my own hands.
You used to call everyday at first, whenever you missed me, even if I didn't pick up, even if I was ignoring you. You've stopped now, either you've gotten used to missing me everyday (like me) or you've stopped missing me. I don't want to know the answer.
I sleep thinking about you in my arms, feeling your warmth. Only then am I able to sleep. You're in my dreams and you're in my thoughts when I wake up. I don't know how to get rid of you. You've like a bacterial infection for which the antibiotics don't work. I'm yet to determine if you're good bacteria.
I really miss you. I've been feeling like crying everyday lately. I think it's because we don't talk. I didn't reply to your message or call the last time you called me. You were busy with your stuff and I was going through shit which I didn't wanna drag you into. The distance between us becomes more frustrating everyday. All I have is a pillow to hug at night. I don't want a pillow, I want you! I need you. But you're never here and I'm left to suffer at my own hands.
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