myheadinablaze.
You left your whole heart under the bench where we sat that day.
For me, to concentrate is more than difficult. To concentrate on all the things I love about you that add up to this unlabeled feeling we share is something beyond what words could describe. My days and nights always involve you one way or another. Waking up knowing you're miles away leaves me heavy hearted. Having your arms wrapped around me while I fall asleep leaves me reassured and comforted.
Remember those walls? I tore them down. There is no need for either of us to be distant. Curled up on your lap, you can see right through me. I know there's more out there, but there's no one who can make my family laugh the way you do. No words or labels, but that doesn't mean I don't know what you're feeling. I can tell by your touch.
Saying _____ is one of the hardest things I have to do. You know it too.
Three days or three weeks, it doesn't matter. I'll still miss your kiss and that smile that leaves my stomach in knots.
Without it I feel dreary.
I feel.
I think.
I am.
Dreading the rest of the month. I'm not a big fan of January, it seems after the holiday hype is over, it's almost unbearable. Here's a few sweet things I like to make up for it though...
You left your whole heart under the bench where we sat that day.
For me, to concentrate is more than difficult. To concentrate on all the things I love about you that add up to this unlabeled feeling we share is something beyond what words could describe. My days and nights always involve you one way or another. Waking up knowing you're miles away leaves me heavy hearted. Having your arms wrapped around me while I fall asleep leaves me reassured and comforted.
Remember those walls? I tore them down. There is no need for either of us to be distant. Curled up on your lap, you can see right through me. I know there's more out there, but there's no one who can make my family laugh the way you do. No words or labels, but that doesn't mean I don't know what you're feeling. I can tell by your touch.
Saying _____ is one of the hardest things I have to do. You know it too.
Three days or three weeks, it doesn't matter. I'll still miss your kiss and that smile that leaves my stomach in knots.
Without it I feel dreary.
I feel.
I think.
I am.
Dreading the rest of the month. I'm not a big fan of January, it seems after the holiday hype is over, it's almost unbearable. Here's a few sweet things I like to make up for it though...
+My Twitter! Follow me.
+Lula magazine. Enough said.
+Thisssssss lifesaver.
+Pastel nailpolish.
+This lovely photo of Brigitte Bardot.
+This outfit.
+Cheeky and Cheap alternative to the poster! You can get them here.
+ This Daniel Johnston tattoo.
-Peterpan collars.
+ Pretty much everything about this photo: tent, flag garlands, string lights + a pastel sky. Mmmm.
+This image, via tumblr
+And it's been a while since I've done a 'What's In My Bag' post, so that will be coming up soon.
Love love,
-H.
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