you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away
He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.
And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.
"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.
And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.
"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.""
I think the most beautiful part about The Script in concert is in For The First Time with the ending chant. You got over 15,000 people screaming “OH THESE TIMES ARE HARD, YEAH THERE MAKING US CRAZY DON’T GIVE UP ON ME BABY” over and over again. Danny does it like 10 times. And a as the crowd shouts that goosebumps fill everyone’s skin and people shiver a bit at the beauty. And then in between Danny just looks at the crowd in near tears and they just shout it again. It’s beautiful.
Just because someone doesn’t show love in the same way you do doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
Maroon 5 | It Was Always You
things i have learned about love in the past few days:
it is a choice. sometimes it looks like letting someone mess up so that they can grow on their own. be there to pick them up and hug them through the pain. it’s giving them your candy bar just ‘cause. listen to their favorite song, look up the lyrics, and try to understand. remember that thing they keep saying they want to do? try to help make that happen for them. it’s going for a walk and being silent while they spill their heart. clear their dishes from the table and pour them some water. it’s letting him walk on the side of the sidewalk that’s nearest to the cars on the road because he wants to protect you. seek them out. invest.
don’t let your intentions remain as such. put them into action.
it is 2 o’clock in the morning,
and your name is still branded
on my mouth, and my sheets
are still soaked with all my
thoughts of you, because i
just can’t get enough of the
crooked wires of your elbows and
the beautiful way you always
rub your nose and you,
you make me laugh,
you make me laugh,
and i’m still st-tuterring over
your skin like a tidal wave the
ocean is dwelling in, and maybe,
just maybe you like me back
because our eyes are always
trying to connect like solar planets
trying to align themselves into perfection,
and that’s what you are, you know,
that’s what you are
and and and
someday, my skin will forget the
layers of yours because it was never
mine to begin with, and my mind
will try to memorise the gaps between
your fingers even though hers will
be the one that fits, and my bones
will struggle to assemble together
because i’m a second part bicycle
repair, and you’re just
you’re a damp recollection of every
“i love you” i could have sent your way,
of every kiss that could have tainted
my lips, of every shaking and quivering
of my wobbly knees
my friend asks me about you, i say,
“i love him. i love him. i just wish i