waite-for-me
I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we canโ€™t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you canโ€™t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if itโ€™s not good, even if itโ€™s experimenting Iโ€™d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I canโ€™t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know Iโ€™m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only youโ€ฆ
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Please.

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takemetomountains:

Arenโ€™t you, like me, hoping that some person, thing, or event will come along to give you that final feeling of inner well-being you desire? Donโ€™t you often hope: โ€˜May this book, idea, course, trip, job, country or relationship fulfill my deepest desire.โ€™ But as long as you are waiting for that…