I want your hand in mine like I want blue skies
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You were broken and I still loved you.
I knew I couldn’t fix you and I still loved you.
I loved you and all of your insecurities.
Why couldn’t you f*cking love mine?
Nicole Torres (via wordsnquotes)
‘It was a mistake’, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
David Levithan (The Lover’s Dictionary)
I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.
I’m sorry that I see fucking galaxies in your eyes and you can’t even find a single star in mine
If you’re my girl.
Don’t be afraid to touch me. I love touch. I crave it. Lean your head on my shoulder. Hold my hand, or even my finger. Hook your arm in mine. Rest your hand on my thigh. Trace your fingertips over my forearm. Wrap your arm around me or over my shoulders. Just touch me. I’ll love it and it’ll drive me crazy.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.