People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

'On Missing Them' - Rosie Scanlan (via rosieidiot)

THIS IS TRUE IM GONNA CRY

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2:17 pm  •  27 August 2014  •  56,938 notes
Anonymous: YOU ARE SERIOUSLY THE CUTEST GIRL ALIVE WHAT THE HELL

Haha hardly but thank you so much!! 😊

2:03 pm  •  27 August 2014

I need you to follow through.

2:02 pm  •  27 August 2014
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via senyahearts)
1:09 pm  •  24 August 2014  •  153,797 notes