Khobnoom

being kissed in your sleep and being pulled closer within cuddles is such a top tier form of affection

by stephenisabellemaggie

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

The thought of him loving someone else. The thought of him falling in love, of finding a fortress in some other person. The thought of that person getting everything I ever wanted. Loving the only person I ever wanted to love. Getting the chances I’ll never be able to take. Every time I think of him I think of these. And I think of him everyday. I just get this sinking feeling now. And life seems like it’s going nowhere, it seems like it’ll be nothing without him. Like I’ll live the rest of my life wondering, looking for him, feeling like I’m missing something. Like I’ll never be fully, truly happy. Every time I think of him these thoughts kill me, and a part of me dies along with them.

c / how many times can you die inside?

“..أحببتك بطريقه تمنيت ان يحبني احد بها The way i loved you is the way i wish someone else would love me.”

— Jun 6, 2015 (via iwrite-myheart)

Moodboard

Helena Kovalenko

““That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.” - Kaui Hart Hemmings”

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so, what now?