We were like clashing comets. Destructive, yet beautiful. At least that's what they thought. But there's no beauty in pain. There's only fascination. They were fascinated of how bright we were burning and of how loud the big hit was. But in all the brutality, we were slowly dying out.
There's people I know that are more physically beautiful than you, I'll admit. But never have I ever met someone with such a strong soul
One of such pure undiluted happiness that I can't even begin to comprehend it all
I'm surprised that you've never been told before
That you're lovely and you're perfect
And that somebody wants you
I feel like this crush I have on you won't last but I also kinda feel like we should dress our children up in blue at their first Christmas party and you can't even fight me on this
i haven't been on this website in 3 years. now i'm back because of this british nerd. he likes video games and harry potter and superheroes. oh no.
we watched a movie together and when i leaned my head on ur shoulder i felt ur heart beat faster and THAT WAS SOME POETIC SHIT RIGHT THERE
I want to be able to curl up next to you, to cling to your hand so tightly that my fingers turn white.
I want to throw my arms around your neck and feel your own wrap protectively around me.
I want to sit close to you, shoulders brushing, arms touching, feeling your warmth seek through the fibres of my jumper.
I want to simply have you near, comforted by the mere presence of you.
I no longer want to be alone.