"Take your time getting dressed this morning; read a book, make yourself some breakfast. The world can wait."
I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door
"He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond."
"I don’t want to settle. I want mindfucking love. I want to spend all night thinking about kissing you, and when I finally get the guts to, I want to go deaf to everything but that moment. I refuse to settle for anything less."
"I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life."