There is nothing quite like seeing the girl you are in love with naked.




Even when she’s fully clothed, I know where everything is situated. I know all her ‘tickle spots’ and all her ‘don’t you fucking dare spots’. When she is in her natural state, her skin, it’s like all the birthdays I’ve had and yet to come combine. It never gets old. I’ll never get tired of it. 

You know?

I hope he looks at me this way

This is perfect.

I’ll probably never feel this again


People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via oofpoetry)