I wanna be with Rudy on the coast sipping wine and living on a farm
The ocean is a distant roar beyond the sprawling green cut into the fells. The scent of heliotrope and sun-ripened tomatoes is heavy in the balmy air that pulses around you like a heartbeat.
Your finger taps the porcelain mug on the patio table, eyes soaking in the crystalline shore in the distance, basking in the sun. The warmth.
The door slides open. Music from inside drifts out. Los Cojolites. He has a fondness for son jarocho. You can smell the sweet mole he's cooking waft through.
He comes up behind you, hands on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles on your bare skin. You lean back, head pressed to his tummy as you squint up at him. He's bathed in ochre from the sun: a halo around him that bleeds into your retinas until all you see his the shape of him. Your pulse quickens.
He smiles down at you, lunar white. Love in shades of vermillion leak from the curve of his mouth.
"Want some company, cariño?"
As if you'd ever say no.
babes. the fact that i'm not blissed out on a veranda, drunk on the way he treats me like a queen, is an absolute abomination.
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oh to be sitting in treys lap in his favorite rolly chair and him cradling me while we spin and laugh and his head is hung back on the back of the chair and he’s got the widest smile & the tightest grip and we talk abt stupid shit on a late night in his office </3
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Just a glimpse into my dark reality. A full stare into my twisted perspective would make most simply go insane lmao
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I picture myself sitting in your lap, arms encircling, like I am the sun in our own private universe and I feel so warm and safe.
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@gloriousvermin
So happy that ur happy awwww
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hold me.
so until night falls —
hold me.
under the weight of the setting sun —
just hold me.
hold me and tell me that it's okay —
that i'm not at my best during the day,
despite what some other people may say —
hold me.
my secrets, my love, my life, my heart —
hold me.
hold me until i know that i won't fall apart.
until the suns rays linger upon my face once more —
just let me in your arms tonight —
hold me.
and everything will be alright.
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RIP Annabeth, I just know Percy sacrificing himself for you, after knowing you for a week, after telling you that you’ve done more for him this week than his father ever has, is permanently altering the brain chemistry of your avoidant attachment self
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