#crazy in love

You are my favorite. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to appear on my phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon.

You are my favorite everything.

I want you. All your mistakes & flaws, your sarcasm, your jokes, your smile, love, hugs & kisses. EVERYTHING.

I just want you that’s all

a concept: a romantic sunday with the love of your life, listening to songs and baking cakes together and then you’re shouting at them to do things correctly but they can’t even break the eggs right and you’re just so frustrated with them and then they make that puppy face and crack silly jokes and tell you, how pretty you look when you’re annoyed. And then he takes your hand and take you outside and points at moon and says “that’s everyone’s moon but you’re my moon” and you just melt on the inside

if i don’t talk to myself who will????

WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POST? LIKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!

one thing i absolutely adore in songs is when the artist includes some sounds that is very personal to them like their lover’s laugh at the end, or like, the sound of a baby, or using the heartbeat of someone as the beat of the song, or a phrase that’s used by their special someone in their native language. it’s so beautiful how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to that one person. And it’s like not only are they in your heart? but also in your art???????

sorry for being insane and giving you attitude every 2 sec, do you still think im your dream girl or whatever ?

Everything i do is out of love and chaos, and what is love, if not chaos?

Sending moon pictures to each other, calling each other just to say “omg go out and look at the moon she looks so pretty tonight” is a love language.

i really don’t understand the people who are not excited about the moon.

I am always lonely for things I’ve never had and people I’ve never been

-Nikki Giovanni,The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

Places you should visit if you listen to hozier

1. Forests

2. My heart

3. Therapy

You’ve only called me baby girl once, but once was enough to ruin my life.

Is it really so terrible that I miss how you used to ruin everything?

I don’t want to be what I was before you or without you. Now all I want is to be yours.

He’s got a body like a Greek god, eyes like oceans, lips as soft as rose petals, and hands that could tell a million stories…and he’s all mine ❤️

Sometimes, when our lips meet…it’s hard to think about them ever parting ❤️

We’ve fallen from grace.

I thought I could be the girl to survive your town