I want to carve a space in my life for you, a you-shaped hole that you can fill with your laughter and smiles, your warmth and patience. I want to give you a place that you can call your own, that you can claim within me, and that I can learn to share, even with my stubborn heart.
If I told you I was scared, would you pull me into your arms and kiss my worries away?
It doesn’t have to be expectations and fears, worries and judgments. It doesn’t have to be labels and misunderstandings, rigidity and rules. Love can simply be what it is—two people believing in a force stronger than themselves—and saying, ‘yes, I’m in.’
I am the guardian of my own heart, and I can choose the pace at which I fall into someone, the pace at which I let someone in.
I cannot try to love you. I cannot make my body change its path or my heartbeat shift it’s rhythm. I cannot make my mind think things that it does not yet think; if I do this, I’ll only end up worrying and pushing you away. Please let my soul find the way on its own, let my heart be its own guide.
When you feel unlovable.
What falls apart will come together, and vice versa.
Today, the world is new.
I trace the lines of his muscles
tenderly with my fingertips.
The architecture of a body
has always fascinated me.
So you’re single AF. Who cares? You don’t need a boyfriend to do a matching costume! Plan a kicka$$ group costume.