I just want you. Your messy morning hair. Your humming when you’re making breakfast. Your cuddling during thunderstorms. Your hand holding mine as we gaze at the stars. Your good days. Your bad. Your everything. I want you.
“I feel nothing and everything at the same time.”—
(via timbllr)
(via recaption)
(via overfierce)
You were a book of revelations. I felt the heavens open up as you poured yourself a cup of coffee at 3 a.m. “Only a fool falls in love with brown bean water.” you mustered; a chuckle hidden in between the folds of your teeth. I smile back because revelations have different translations. Maybe the way I read you is in Hebrew but you’re actually the Christian version. I ask you when will we stop speaking in tongues and actually start speaking. You take another sip of bean water and shrug your shoulders. “When will you stop looking at me like an olive branch and actually own up to your truths?’ I stay silent.
(via hatin)
(via narcotic)