Daily Dilemma #61

i love you. it’s as simple as that. i could say it a thousand ways, in a hundred different languages and i could list all the things you say and do that show that you love me and i could replay all my favourite memories of you over and over in my head until you’ve consumed every single thought i will ever have but, in the simplest way possible, i will just say, i love you and i truly believe that i always will.

it doesn’t have to be overcomplicated, brydie ❤︎ (via 02-6-17)

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I hope we never have a grande finale A last bow A final scene Because the best love stories never end To be continued…

11:11 wish, some kid with a big grin on his face (via 02-6-17)

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i am baffled by the incoherent way lust works the unbearable need for physical contact ask me 6 months ago whether i had ever felt lustful and the answer would’ve been no sure, i’ve been wanting to kiss someone, almost anyone, for years but that’s different you cannot feel true lust until you have memories to lust for and now i need you i need you to sneak glances at me (a sure sign that you’re doing your own lusting) whilst i pretend not to see you to drive you crazy i need you to slip your fingers through mine and make our hands dance to a tune only we seem to be hearing i need you to rush up to me and hug me like you haven’t seen me in years bury your head in my hair and exhale so heavily that i can feel you letting go of the breath that you’ve been holding for way too long i need you to say something unbelievably nerdy, at the completely wrong time, so that i have an excuse to kiss you and shut you up i need you to brush my hair away from my face, with your hands shaking from an anxious need to keep in contact with me i need you to hoist me up very ungracefully, so that I can wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck, locking myself onto you in hope of never moving again i need you to pause from kissing me and press your forehead on mine and just look at me for a while because that is where i feel most exposed and you are the only one who sees me and i need you to whisper ‘i love you’ into as many places as you can my hair, my neck, my lips whilst you’re at it, kiss me in places that aren’t my mouth my cheek, my forehead, my throat i need you to hold on to me when we’re watching a movie and i’m about to fall asleep, head on your chest, arm draped lazily over you and every time i shift, you pull me closer, like you’re terrified that i’ll move away i need you to put pressure on me because it anchors me to this world and to you squeeze my hand to remind me what i have right in front of me intertwine your legs through mine just so that we can both feel someone else there for a while, someone constant run your hands over my frame to remind yourself of everything that is now yours i am now completely yours so now i know what lust is because when i start thinking about all the things you make me feel with just a touch all i want is you all i need is you

lust, brydie ❤︎ (via 02-6-17)