I want to comfort you when you’re feeling down and rub your head while you lay on my chest. I want to encourage you with your hobbies and your passions and I want to cheer you on as you reach every new goal. I want to buy you things and take you on dates, regardless of cost. I want to hold your hand while we drive and continue singing songs together in stupid voices, trying to make each other laugh like we do already. I want to roll my eyes at every pun you make and playfully hit you every time, even if I’ve heard it before. I want to travel with you and cross more state lines, doing what we love.

I want so many things but I want them all with you.

violentwavesofemotion:

“I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose,”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

(via cowboyspit)

I have so many words I want to say but all I can muster out is how thankful I am to have met you. You have brought so much happiness and excitement to my life. I can only hope to call you mine someday.

ugh-matty:

Just sitting waiting, watching the count down to the premiere of It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)