tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #366 by Tyler Knott Gregson
❝ 

Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you. Even after you know
no one is there, you keep looking back
until on a silver afternoon like this
you find yourself breathing just enough
to make a small dent in the air….

I remember holding you against the sink,
with the sun soaking the window, the soft call
of your hips, and the intricate flickers
of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth,
like a Saturday. I remember your
long thighs, how they
opened on the sofa, and the pulse
of your cry when you came, and
sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.

— Excerpt from “Slow Dance,” Tim Seibles (via commovente)

exhalingcatalysts:

Staff Note: This is so heart-wrenching.
This woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to. And there have been times when I have wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling and even painful at times, but I could not stop loving her anymore than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her, more than she knows.
imchristm4s:

untitled by hayley.brown on Flickr.
(via TumbleOn)

If I will never wake up anymore, I want you to know that I died happy (knowing that you are my last).

Recently, I’ve been looking for a reason to love life. And then I looked at you.
Today, I learned that you are my answer. The only answer I’ll ever need to my questions.
First family photo. ❤

If this all goes wrong,
I just need you to know that it’s okay.
We agreed, sink or swim,
and I’m just happy that we made it to the water.

palides:

i’m coming home (by emily cain)
She begs me to stay,

but she didn’t need to ask me to. Because I will.