My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest
It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.
And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.
The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.
And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind
When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go
Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered
Hands, Carol Shlyakhova (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."
Anaïs Nin (via feellng)
"Do you want me to wrench myself around and tear myself in two because you can’t make up your mind? Because you won’t stay with anything?"
"It’s just some feel and others don’t. People lie about it I think. But it’s so nice to just feel and hold you. I’m so happy. Just be my girl and love me the way I love you. Love me more. The way you can now. You now. Yes you. Please you."
Wrote this today. Hope you like it xo
I’M SUCH A MFKING HUGE JOKE
"I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there."
I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014)