I have this sick feeling in the pit of my chest. I fell asleep on your chest cuddled into the couch while you ran your fingers through my soul and across my face. Your sweet scent still lingers on my clothes and your toothy grin is burned into my subconscious. My body misses the warmth of your large strong hands and my mind feels lost without your laugh. I need your shoulder because I’ve started to cry again. I need your sleeve because my cheeks are burning. I need your big blue eyes and your stupid jokes because the make me feel warm when everything is cold. Because I don’t care what my father thinks about all your tattoos or whether or not my mother likes you like I do. All I care about is the way you make me laugh until I have to pee, how you give me hope and how you make me wanna scream with happiness when you wrap your arms around me.
He kisses my forehead, pulls my closer, grabs my hand, kisses my fingers, kisses the top of my head and holds me from behind.
I just had the most amazing night.
He touched the small of my back.
I have figured everything out. (:
(Source: scottzzzz, via awkwardnature)
Bubble baths are magic. (:
I had a talk with a customer last night. Everything makes sense now. You’re the reason why sex with everyone else makes me sick. You’re the reason I want to come home. You’re the reason I won’t get back with Tyler. You’re the reason I am still moving forward. The things I would have done if you weren’t around and the things I would never have done if you weren’t around amaze me. I feel like i’m drowning without you. I need a hug, a good cry, beer, and your strong hands to help me keep my balance.
This is why I love country boys; big trucks, awesome weed, homemade bongs, respect for woman and they fuck without shame. (:
(Source: i-am-the-oracular-spectacular, via fire-head)
The time when we go to bed is the worst. It’s the time where the darkness envelopes everything; the world around us, our body, our mind and our soul. We are then left there, robbed of it all, with nothing to do but to contemplate our own thoughts, and that, that is where the monsters live.
(Source: youjustinspiredme, via emptyvalleyofmyheart)
I have made the decision and yes it is unanimous. It is someone elses turn to fight for me. I am done giving my all over and over, only to be thrown away over and over.
(Source: buddhainteriors, via shessuddenlybeautiful)
Just a boy and his truck: I feel sick -
There was a boy at school, he had funny colored hair and a rather shy personality. I never said a single word to this kid. I wish I had. I saw them all. They ran up and down his arms, each one leading deeper into a place you can’t come back from. I wanted to badly to tell him that it wasn’t worth…