What’s for me is for me.
What’s for me is for me.
What’s for me is for me.
What’s for me is for me.
What’s for me is for me.
Always.
Don’t fall asleep
At the wheel, we’ve got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we’re good enough
Know we’re good enough
Please be clingy with me. Get worried if I don’t text you back in ten minutes, blow up my phone, when were in public you better hold my hand and kiss me, get mad when other girls look at me, tell me that you miss me or love me all the time. But also I want you to trust me. If I’m dating you then it means that I’m all for you. I don’t want a relationship that will last a few days. I got into this because I saw something with you. I am yours, you are mine. End of story.
Baby, you are very special to me. I’m so happy that I get to spend my life with you, you make my days so much brighter. You treat me the way I’ve always wanted to be treated, you care about me, and you love and accept me for who I am and all the problems I’ve came with. You’ve fixed my heart and made me a better more loving person and I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. You’re my world baby. I’m so in love with you. Happy 24th birthday💗💋❣️🎉💖
Thank you for making my birthday very special. I appreciate it all and thank you for being so supportive, being there for me through my rough times and darkest moments. I love you very much😘😘 you deserve the best as well and i plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives
Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.
“You love me even when I forget to love myself. Thank you for always taking care of me.”
the most attractive thing to me is effort. someone who really wants to talk to me, wants to see me, wants to make me a part of their day.
If you knew me 1+ years ago, and we don’t really talk anymore… you do not know me now. I have changed so much since then and you genuinely don’t know who I am anymore. Your perception of me is of someone who no longer exists, just a past version of myself I grew out of.
“Sometimes I wonder what you would do if I lost my memory. Would you stay? Would you tell me of the times we spent together, or rather, my favorite color and songs? Would you point out pictures, and tell me how I would always go on about why I think the world is the way it is? Would you tell me about my favorite movies, and how I haven’t seen my sister in years?
Or would you distance yourself? Would you wait to see me, to tell me that I was in love with you two weeks ago, but now I can’t remember the first time I kissed you? Would you try and show me how I fell in love with you? Or would you wait to see if the old me returned? Would you still want me, even if I can’t remember your name?”
-E. // please tell me that you’d stay //
