My mind keeps drifting.
I wonder what he’s dreaming of right now, or if he’s not dreaming at all. I wonder how his hand is placed on the pillow as he sleeps. And how high he pulled the covers up, is he cold and are they entirely covering his ears or is he warm and are they resting by his shoulders.
I wonder how messy the bed is, you always told me you would toss and turn when I wasn’t there with you. You’d always tell me that I kept you at ease, I kept you calm. How silly is it that little comments like that would make me smile so intensely?
I wonder if you’d wake up if a finger traced its way along your shoulder, your collarbone, your cheek, all the way up to your temple and into your hair. Would it wake you if I slipped my body against your back and gently wrapped an arm around your waist?
Incase you couldn’t tell, I miss you tremendously.
My nights, are far from calm.Submitted by sundayromance.
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Some people can write up these long meaningful and heartfelt posts about love or friendship. But when i try, i get half way through and think wtf am i doing i sound like a tool.
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because I hate knowing that there’s someone better.
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