i want to date a tall boy with brown hair that brings me pizza and a movie when im alone and picks me up in his car and just takes a ride through the countryside and takes silly pictures with me and kisses me a lot and doesn’t mind that 78% of the time im really stupid and embarrassing and look like shit
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside.”— Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)
These eyes are marked. Marked by my hands. They become my new eyes
They feel and see more than eyes ever could The ridges and crevices in my fingerprints. They sense the warmth from your breath They taste the saltiness of your skin. They scent the body wash you used this morning They hear the vibrations coursing through your body They appreciate the determination in your breath. They roam over your face
Tasting, smelling, feeling. Hands that crush, heal, cure, destroy, slaughter. They are mine eyes.