I want delicate love and fiery
passion I want to be pushed
up against the wall and kissed
so fiercely as if you’re afraid I’ll
disappear when you let me go
but I also want to have you sit
across from me and tuck stray
strands of hair behind my ear
before cupping my cheek to
kiss me so gently and so softy
on my lips that I can feel how
deeply you care for me just
from this one gesture.

I want to get lost in fits of
giggles and laughter with you
at three in the morning over
bad pick up lines right before
we lose ourselves to each other
in between the sheets.

I want to be there for you when
the world makes you want to
curl up in the shadows of your
bed and shy away from the light
because you deserve to be held
through the pain even when
you’re not ready to explain why
you’re hurting.

I want to argue over both stupid
and serious issues with you that
will test us because I know we
can make it through them even
when the outcome may seem
hazy but I believe in us and I will
always believe in us because

I want you and I want all that
comes with it because to me
you’re worth it.

Saying “I love you” just sometimes doesn’t feel like enough – j.e.o. (via jodyohsnap)

feral-fallen-angel:

sparktheboar:

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heronswing:

Hey Crime fiction writers. Here’s an oft-cited reference chart to show you what different bullets look like going in and coming out.

“I am a writer…” I whisper as I reblog this.

“I am a murderer…” I realize as I reblog this.

“I am both…” I realise as I reblog this.

“This is just really cool…” I whisper as I reblog this