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It is so strange missing people, more specifically, my girlfriend. As my first real relationship the feeling are all rather new and strange and absolutely wonderful. But the missing is the worse. I miss her more than thought imaginable. What I wouldn’t give to be curled up next to her. 

You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough, it makes the person’s heart explode. This sounds like such a lie that even I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Not As Smart as I Think I Am (via perfect)

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I wish I could explain the way my heart beats for you. It is erratic and spontaneous and it pains me almost to the point of fear but I love it. I love the way my chest squeezes tightly whenever you walk by in hopes I’ll glance up and meet your eyes. I love the way the blood rushes around my face when you say the words I never thought I’d hear to poetically tumbling off the tongue of someone so beautiful. I love the way the blood constricts when my breathing is ragged from your touch. I love the way my heart beats quicker for you. I love that you can feel it too. 

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