Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she lies down, a deep sigh when she sleeps.

Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses her knowledge strictly for evil.

Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under the stars.

Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.

Someone whose tongue, if we’re kept apart too long, would nervously trace my face into the roof of her mouth.

Andy Weaver, A Little Love Poem

fewthistle:

Caught Up in You. 1920s.

Photographer: Unknown

I’m trying to say that we aren’t perfect and imperfection is sexy but everything comes out stupid.

Derrick Brown
Title: God Damned Artist: Girls 77 plays

Just give all your attention to me 'cause I want you and I’ll be goddamned if I give up at the start.

#Girls  #Music  

And if I blink my eyes enough, maybe I will wake up and you will still be there sleeping next to me.

Here’s my number. Promise you’ll call?

I swear.

(via alsk00)