I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.

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Loving yourself isn’t just about looking in the mirror and admiring what you see. Of course it’s important to be at peace with your reflection, but there are things that go beyond that.

Part of loving yourself includes learning how to be gentle, treating yourself in the same way you’d treat a three year old child if they spill milk from a bottle: no blame at all, only empathy.

It’s about chasing after the things that make your life the way you picture it to be, regardless of those who pressure you to live up to their definition of what’s good and right. It’s about not giving a fuck about their opinion.

It’s about finding beauty in your scars and in your own faults. It’s about respecting your body and treating it as a temple, not some cheap nightclub in the city.

It’s about getting enough fluids and eating enough vegetables and finding balance between the poles of over-indulgence and self-deprivation. It’s about making yourself healthy, not skinny.

It’s about surrounding yourself with supportive, empowering people, and letting go of those with disapproving eyes that seethe and burn holes into your back.

It’s about taking chances even though you’re terrified. It’s about being selfish, at least for a little bit, and treating yourself the way you deserve to be treated. It’s about knowing that you are sixty-five percent water: you are fluid and soft and powerful and nothing in the end can stand against you.

It’s about reminding yourself that you are your own universe, and that you are enough, you are enough, you are enough. That you have to be good to yourself in order to have a good life, because beautiful things die when they are not taken good care of.

If we were to die tomorrow, we would be haunted by the fact that we’re not ready yet. We have put so many things off until tomorrow; and we have so many wrongs we need to make right. That is why we need to get our lives in order today; in case we really do die tomorrow.

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Growing up I thought being in love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, pretty jewelry, Friday night movie premiers, kisses in the rain, and boxes that held expensive things. I thought true love was a story with a picture perfect ending. Now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not that at all. True love isn’t something you find in a Disney movie. Being in love is screaming at 5 AM till you cry out of anger, but knowing they won’t leave. It’s saving each other’s selfies, good or bad, just to look at them because you miss each other. It’s being comfortable enough to talk about anything. It’s saying all the wrong things at the wrong moments. It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart, but trusting them not to break you. It’s screaming the lyrics to your favorite songs together. It’s honesty even when it hurts and sarcasm when they’re sad. It’s lame jokes and sleepless nights. It’s fights and make up sex. It’s hour long showers and breakfast in the morning. It’s all night phone calls instead of texting. It’s the small things. It’s coffee shop dates and finding new books to read. It’s holding hands and kissing ever so passionately. It’s being able to sit at home just basking in the presence of someone you love with every fiber of your being. It’s wanting to share every moment with that one person. It’s finding yourself awake at 3 AM craving them asleep next to you. It’s little nick names and making fun of each other. It’s being called things like ‘little shit’ or ‘baby’ or ‘love of my life.’ It’s being able to fall asleep knowing that person will still be there in the morning. It’s being apart and knowing nothing will change. It’s deep talks at 6 AM. It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s capturing the world’s beauty though their eyes. It’s not about the sex or the gifts, it’s about finding someone who pours their love into your deepest cracks making you whole once again. It’s feeling part of you missing when you’re apart. It’s finally being able to love yourself even half as much as that person loves you. Love is the only thing left in the world worth fighting for. Don’t you dare settle for a boy who makes you feel good for a night, or a girl who boosts your ego at a party. Mindfucking love is the holy grail of all love. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely fucking heart-wrenching, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.

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I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.

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