I want to taste your skin on a Friday night anywhere—
somewhere under the stars and the moon and the sky.
I want you, I want to feel your touch on a couch in a basement—
with the lights off and a bad romance film acting as background noise to the sound of our heartbeats.
I want you. Constantly and consistently,
I want your fingers interlaced with mine, when walking anywhere—
somewhere in public where you proudly know people will be sure to see.
I want you, I want you, I want you.
Do you want me?
|—||sydney (feelings-as-words.tumblr.com), “three big words” (via feelings-as-words)|
IT’S ALWAYS TEA TIME!
I am a terrible Christian. I don’t pray enough, I don’t study the bible enough, I don’t attend church enough, I don’t trust God enough, I don’t forgive enough, I don’t love enough, yet He still loves me and forgives me. It’s incredible. Truly we follow an amazing God who lavishes such grace upon us all.
If women catcalled men (X)
Bet those arms could put together my IKEA furniture… New pick up line forever.
The shit people say to women on the street is disgusting and wrong, but I’m not gonna lie…I would greatly like to hear one of these lines sometime in my life.