If You Were Truly A Bad Person, You Wouldn’t Be So Hung Up On The Morality Of Your Mistakes. The Fact

“i love you” is ❤️❤️❤️ but alsoooo:

- “this made me think of you”

- “i missed you so much”

- “i picked this out for you”

- *plays with hair*

- *swings an arm around you*

- “i’m glad you’re here”

- *tight prolonged hug*

- “i wish i’d met you sooner”

- “i’m in if you are”

- “i saved you a seat”

- “i was just thinking about you”

- “you’re my favorite person”

- “you make me laugh/smile”

- “hey, i appreciate everything you do for me”

*catches them smiling at you or just looking at you endearingly*

Remembering everything is a blessing and a curse.

The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.” The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe. The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep. The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car. The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella. The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting. The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.” The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk. The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry. The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.” The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug. The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand. The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence. The intimacy of knowing how someone would react. The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits. The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.” The intimacy of inside jokes. The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time). The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee. The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy. The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.” The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company. The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell. The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello. The intimacy of “This made me think of you.” The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat.  The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up. The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?” The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos. The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.

by jamesfilms

not to be gay or anything but what if you took me to the fair and we held hands they entire time and we shared a funnel cake and we made each other laugh and smile and you won me a stuffed animal and you wrapped your arms around me when it got cold and when we went on the ferris wheel we kissed when we got to the top and fell in love all over again,, and we were both girls.

what I love is ...

Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛

how wonderful must it be to slip into bed and have an arm draped over your waist, or a face pressed into the curve of your neck. sleepy affection as the world slips away from you and you fall asleep in your lover’s embrace

Dia de los Muertos

"darling" is honestly such a good pet name because it's sweet but saying it it also makes you feel like a really gay villain