Drink Your Coffee. Read Your Books. It's Chaos Out There.

I feel like half the girls who are single right now are wifey material and no one their age knows how to handle such a great package

I’m the type of lover who will give you love letters.

sometimes I will read for 3 hours at a stretch and sometimes I will not read anything off my shelf for 3 weeks straight, there is no in between.

sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you

she's shy but is constantly thinking about grinding on your lap while you growl in her ear

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

I’m that type of person who takes the long way home to listen to more music

maybe i'm just touch-starved but platonic physical affection my beloved: a gentle hand tucking your hair back for you, curling up and burying your face into their side, getting engulfed in a tight bear hug, tangling limbs to squeeze into the same chair, dusting crumbs away and tucking shirt tags back in without a thought, quietly lacing hands and swinging them back and forth, the solid weight of a tired head on your shoulder, casually moving through each other's space, rolling their sleeves up before they get dirty, absent-mindedly doodling flowers on their arm, walking on the outside of the sidewalk just in case, falling asleep with your head in their lap

You can’t hurt an overthinker, they already seen it coming you’re just proving them right