Sometimes all it takes is a brush of your fingers against the veins in my wrist or your fingers lacing together with mine absentmindedly to make me want to weep. To remind me of the rush of being alive and adored and to get to love you and take you in, every single day.
Please keep me in your prayers.
“Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.”
—Joanne Harris (via a-thousand-words)
“Your face is like a dove’s bottom. Sparkling and glorious.”
—the things my fiancee tells me (via starlit-glory)