I want you to love me more than you love good literature. More than you love graffiti and sex and home-cooked meals. I want you to love me more than you love the way the grass smells after it’s been cut, the way the world spins around you as you roll down a hill, the way you feel after a full night’s sleep. I want you to love me more than you love all of your favourite things. Because I love you so much. You are all of my favourite things wrapped up into one person.

Your Favourite Things (K.P.K)

I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via hqlines)

 

(via kushandwizdom)

cosmicspread:

rub my back and make my decisions for me

(Source: llleighsmith)

flewor:

*waits for dealer to text me first*

He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?