dlubes:

do you ever need a five minute hug but only from like a specific person

Get dressed up and take me to an art museum.
Let me stare at you,
while you stare at the works of art on the walls.
The beautiful masterpieces that are so much like you,
increasingly beautiful to look at.

Throw on a hat,
and take me to watch your favorite baseball team play.
Let me fill up my camera with countless pictures of you,
as you fill the space around us with your laughter.

Grab your sunglasses, and go to the beach with me.
Let me playfully splash you with water.
Don’t get angry, I’ll let you splash me back.
Sit in the sun with me all day,
and then listen to me complain about my sunburn all night.

Bring a blanket,
and meet me on the couch.
I’ll make more popcorn than we could ever eat,
but god knows we’re both going to try.
Sit through a horror movie with me,
and I’ll reward you with kisses.
You can pick the next movie.

Take me out to the loudest sports bar you can find.
Let me buy you a drink,
and admire you in the dim lighting.
Let me soak in the fact that everyone is jealous of me because I have such a beautiful person by my side.
Play pool with me,
and then let’s argue on the way home about whether or not I let you win.
You’ll never know.

I don’t care what you do, or where you go. Just take me with you.

― (via thewrongcoast)
You long for something deep, and it seems to echo within the caverns of your soul; like a haunting song that never ends, and you are left to dance a lonely dance. If I could, I would find my way to you, hoping to soothe those pangs of your heart, to make you remember the soul that you are. If I could, I would change the song, and let you leave this dance floor. If I could, I would take your hand, and walk with you to a place that was good. If I could, oh god, if only I could.
― T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
― Starra Neely Blade (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
― (via keepfloatinn)

hiddlestalker:

*AGGRESSIVELY STILL ISN’T FINISHED WITH HOMEWORK*

How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.
― David Foster Wallace , The Pale King  (via thatkindofwoman)