SavannahGrey

when you look for love in other people's flesh- search for it in the curve of their hips, the dip of their lips the tightness of stomach and swell of their breasts - it becomes almost too easy to forget how quickly we rot, how willingly our bones sink back into the cold embrace of earth so simple to lose yourself in their meaningless touch. but when you find love in someone's soul, hear it in the drumbeat of their heart, the sigh in their breath or sound of their steps (and you breakshiversnap because you'll bend, every fucking time, in any direction they ask you) when you find love like that, you never stop imagining exactly how e

when you look for love in other people's flesh- search for it in the curve of their hips, the dip of their lips the tightness of stomach and swell of their breasts - it becomes almost too easy to forget how quickly we rot, how willingly our bones sink back into the cold embrace of earth so simple to lose yourself in their meaningless touch. but when you find love in someone's soul, hear it in the drumbeat of their heart, the sigh in their breath or sound of their steps (and you breakshiversnap because you'll bend, every fucking time, in any direction they ask you) when you find love like that, you never stop imagining exactly how e

I remember in the beginning there was just you and me and heartbeats-- small intervals where the air would leap from my chest, saying you leave me breathless will always be an understatement. I wanted to kiss you before I even knew you or knew the real you but your untied purple chucks had me even before your hello-- months later I realized that meant to be's aren't always as silly as they used to be. I've fallen in love with how the palms of our hands match the planes of our souls and every time I loop my fingers between yours we fall deeper-- If there was ever a time I should explain myself, it's be right now, but I thin