2nd, and maybe the last? Huhu. NO, please.
Yes, there are reasons for me to give up. But I don’t mind them. Why? Cause I know there’s more reasons for me to fight, for me to hold on and never let go. <//3 :( :)
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
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| — | Elay Neal Mose (via strawberrytelle) |
