yearning.

we’re so back, we’re so over. we never really began.

i’ll always give you food, the oranges’ cousin is just happen to be what i have on me most of the time.

i wish most affection wouldn’t be seen or taken as romantic interest. sometimes i just have the urge to gently fix someone’s hair or lay my head on their shoulder simply because i care. i admire them. i trust them. it’s like when a cat warms up to you.

“can you see me? i''m waiting for the right time // i can''t read you, but if you want, the pleasure''s all mine // can you see me using everything to hold back?”

there is a theory that the moles peppering your skin are where you have been kissed in a past life. there is one marking your cheek.

a wooden floor, covered in soft sunlight made even softer by our backs pressed to the ground side-by-side. we’re not alone.

everytime i dream of you it’s always innocent, always kind. i curl up into your side, press a kiss to your head, tell you the truth. it’s a film my brain has played for me over and over again. it just never seems to come true.

"it sparks across flesh // you'll feel it kicking in soon // are you falling in love? // i've a feeling you are // are you falling in love // with a feeling?”