“I wouldn’t mind the silence.”
I wouldn’t mind running my hands absentmindedly through your hair like the strands were miniature wind chimes.
I wouldn’t mind gazing into your sunlight filled eyes that complimented my dimly lamplit ones so well.
I wouldn’t mind watching your chest rise and fall with every breath that proved you were real and alive.
I wouldn’t mind tracing my name into your hand as proof that I actually touched such a human being.
I wouldn’t mind pulling you close to me only to breathe your scent in.
I wouldn’t mind the silence.
“I wouldn’t mind the silence. I wouldn’t mind running my hands absentmindedly through your hair like the strands were miniature wind chimes. ...”
“You have learned to suffer silently. The words ‘I’m fine’ tumble from your mouth sounding more like ‘I’m sorry’ and the smile on your face s...”
“Storms aren’t meant to be permanent. The rumbling thunders of your thoughts will seem too loud when outside of you, it’s sunny. The memorie...”
“When we were younger, we were ignorant. Ignorant when it came to the deeper meaning of things around us, but in an innocent fashion; we simp...”
“I want to be loved. But I also really want to love someone. I imagine, that there is no greater feeling than knowing that there is someone w...”
“To love an artist is to love her rawness, embrace her sensitive way of seeing things and kiss her insanity until you explode into colorful f...”
“the first time we lose our innocence is when we are told that dandelions are not flowers, but weeds, and that they are not to be loved, but...”
“If anyone tells you that drinking alcohol is the only way to get drunk, they have never loved.”
“I don’t know if you’ll ever get to read this, but I hope you know that I miss you. I hope you know that there isn’t a day when I don’t think...”
“Never stop showing your significant other that you love them. Send those cute texts. Surprise them with food, little gifts and random dates....”
“The most important thing, is that you learn to forgive yourself.”
“I fell in love with the way you entered a room like both April and May — coming in out of the cold with the promise to grow flowers in t...”