saranghae~

If I could describe what loving you is like to someone who never felt love before, it would be easy. Loving you is like taking those first steps into a pool, slow and cautious, laughing to your friends because the water is so cold. Feeling the water finally touch the bottom of your stomach and that first rush of goosebumps fly over your skin. Next thing you know you’re shoulders deep into the water, still laughing and giggling about the cold, but slowly starting to feel comfortable. You swim around and get use to your new surroundings. You kick, pull, push, and float; it’s like a whole new world to you, and eventually you find yourself not wanting to leave. So you stay. You stay until your lips turn purple, the tips of fingers and toes turn to prunes, and you’re shivering, but you’re so comfortable. Eventually you leave though, and as you leave you think to yourself “I can’t wait to come back”.
And that’s what love is like.
It’s new and exciting, yet comfortable.
It’s what pushes you through another day, just so you can come back to the one who makes you feel loved.

It’s like swimming.
And for me,
Well, I’m swimming in your love.

(Source: justherguy, via lookingforafucktogive)

“The person best fit to love you is not the one who makes your heart beat the fastest but the one who says your name the loudest, the one who is not embarrassed
of the watermarks, the bruises, or the acne.
It’s not the one who spills out your name like confetti but the one who sets it aflame like a firework, not the one who plays
your body like piano keys but the one who can make music out of your lips.
He is the one who can fall asleep in the crevice of your collarbone without moving your hand anywhere else except your pillow,
who thinks your skin is softer than sky and who never makes empty
promises, only ones spilling out over the surface of glass,
never makes you clean up the mess.
The person best fit to love you is not the one who wants to shape you, fix you, or conquer you but the one who
says your soul is like a story they read once when they were a child and they never forgot it.
The one you are meant to fall in love with will be the strongest connection, the biggest thought in your brain, and the veins in your wrist -
not that you can’t live without them, but you would just prefer not to.
The person you are meant to fall in love with is not an alarm clock set to six o’clock or a ticking time bomb but a patient mother nursing a sick child, a melody played together with harmony or
the beautiful rhythm of movement that only exists between you and only you.
The person best fit to love you is not the one who wants to change you
but thinks that your mouth is the biggest
pulsing temptation that they have ever come across,
they will love your elusiveness, I promise you, they won’t want to dull the razor blades under your skin or even take it away from you, they will sharpen it so it will cut through ice,
it will cut through metal, I promise you, the person best fit to love you will not change the colour of your skin or make falling in love
all too familiar.
The person best fit to love you is not a lucky penny on the sidewalk, that’s not rare enough,
they are a four-leaf clover hidden beneath the tundra, they are about as likely as being attacked
by a great white while swimming in Lake Ontario.
The person best fit to love you will play the music of your love without the thick concealer of auto tune, their voice
will be a song you will never want to stop singing.
The person best fit to love you is not the extra shot of gin or the condom in the alleyway.
The person best fit to love you is a shard of glass, I promise you.
They might cut you open but reflecting upon the light,
god, they are so stunning to look at.”

— Victoria L. (via distincts)

(via everyones-fl4less)

“When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.”

— Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road (via thatkindofwoman)

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I sit in my chair and begin to wonder, how many times have I thought about you? How many times have you crossed my mind, and how many times do I find myself lost in these thoughts?
Well, how many stars can the night sky hold?

(Source: caturday, via thuglifeebitch)

“that’s fucked up.”

— me trying to console someone (via qodless)

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thaitealovesbooksandpho:

I love you in moments that I am with you, and in moments that I am not. You are flooded in my every thought and dream. You don’t know how happy I am when I’m with you. Cliches, metaphors, similes, are all thrown out of the window, because simply I’m lost for words except for these three: I love you.

(Source: danielodowd, via r-illestla1993)

This is my boyfriend.
He always gives me food.
Always.

This is my boyfriend.
He always dresses nice.
Always.

If I could spend nearly every second with you doing nothing, I would. And that still wouldn’t be enough. I love you in moments that I am with you, and in moments that I am not.

-From your boyfriend,
Thai

This is my boyfriend.
And he always gives me kisses.
Always.