I’m laying here awake and all I can think of is what it feels like when you touch me. When your sleepy breath moves the hair that is resting on my cheek. All I can feel is your warmth burning me alive in the most comforting way. I should have gone home with you so that I could wear your worn-out T-shirt to bed. I should have fallen to sleep to your heartbeat and woken up to you cooking in the morning. I should be able to come to the table in the morning, with my hair a nest on my head and your T-shirt hanging off me, just the way you like. I wish I had been brave enough to go home with you.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve readThis needs to get passed around more
in case you were having a bad day, here’s a picture of Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, on the floor of a bathroom with a wombat