do you ever have moments where you look at someone and think i want to learn every curve of your body i want to know where to touch to make you smile to make you gasp and giggle and squirm i want to know every freckle i want to know every birthmark i want to know the story behind every scar i want to know every wrinkle and imperfection i want to trace your tattoos and learn every line and the reasons and the stories i want to map out your body with my hands and fingers and mouth and learn every inch of you i want to know how to make you writhe and how to make you moan and i want you to know the same about me i want the two of us to be able to read each other like a favorite book
i don’t know what to tell you
other than the fact that a giraffe’s
heart weighs 22 pounds and that
somebody once told me when
flies fall in love, their entire brain
is rewired to only know loving each
other. when one of them dies, their
memory becomes blank. i hope you
never think about anything as much
as i think about waking up next to
you during a windstorm at 5 am.
jason will you be quiet you silly shit
i’m so sick of those “inspiring” text posts telling people to feel better bc “someone’s probably in love with you rn and you don’t even realise it yet”
like why does it fucking matter if anybody’s in love with you? maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. maybe someone’s into you but you don’t feel the same way, or maybe nobody’s got a thing for you at the moment. WHAT MATTERS ISN’T HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU. YOU ARE NOT DEFINED BY HOW MANY PEOPLE THINK YOU’RE HOT SHIT. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR APPEARANCE AND YOUR RELATIONSHIPS WHETHER THEY’RE IN THE PAST, STILL TO COME, OR WILL ONLY EVER EXIST IN YOUR HEAD.
YOU ARE AMAZING. FUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE THINKS, YOU’RE THE ONLY PERSON WHO NEEDS TO BELIEVE IT.