I love my little polar bear!

(via fuck-me-hard-baby)

The worst part about Monday’s isn’t that ‘Monday morning’ feeling, it’s knowing of the wait until Friday to get those weekend feelings back, those weekend feelings that only come with the ticket and the beautiful star crossed lover as she arrives at the bottom of the station’s escalator. Sometimes seeming frustrated the realisation came this very eve that the frustration only comes from an inability to express how truly hopeless he would be should he lose that, which is as significant as bones, skin or blood, that which regulates the new life, fresh and full of passion for that same thing which allows him to be.

(via -lachute)

And oh, how you light me up. How you twist me and pull me without even touching me.

We huddled this weekend. We huddled against the wind while we walked through my medieval city. We huddled on the bus, wrapped up so tight. We huddled against how fast everything is moving but how agonisingly slow…

(via cuckoldhusband)

Reminds me of a wonderful summer with my glowing darling

(via fuck-me-hard-baby)

It always shocks me, it feels so benign,
living for the present means times slipping by and each day feels like its been going on for years.
An indescribable feeling, inside of my soul,
been having these feelings of us growing old, and i know that still early days with you.

This distance that’s come between us, makes me love you even more,
I know every time I see you it’ll be like our first kiss,
As you open up that door, and my hands go to your hips.
We’re making music baby, like a harmony to my heart,
We’re painting pictures darling, your colour on my chart,
We’re writing lyrics honey, I’ll be the words unto your voice,
There’s no better choice, you’ve made me rise from the ground up off of my feet,
You are my release.