(Source: synergism, via theflowershop)
(Source: larmoyante, via ah-whilewelove)
Pull me underneath
The waves of crashing bed sheets.
Drown me in your warmth.
The dark hand that death does hold above me in my most unfortunate times is lifted by the pleasant smile, the toxic laughter. In those delirious moments of immeasurable happiness, I slide into a world unknown to such evils that bode unsteady sailing, and bask in the sun on the shorelines of someplace beautiful.
I miss laughing with you.
I miss being kissed to sleep.
I miss laying in bed, waiting for you to scoot in next to me.
I miss having arms to snuggle into.
I miss your smell.
I miss your smile, especially when you giggle.
I miss taking pictures, even though we don’t do that too often.
I miss sitting on your lap.
I miss you creeping up behind me to hug me while I’m studying.
I miss your hands in my hair, and mine in yours.
I miss seeing you wear your glasses.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
(Source: fleurishes, via tylerknott)
To say that the people in my life keep me whole is an understatement. There are more beautiful individuals than I ever imagined I would have that are able to bring me to tears with happiness. I only hope that I can do the same for them.
