All I want is to play footsie under the breakfast table. I want droopy eyelids and sleepy laughter over the coffee cups and cereal bowls. I want messy hair and morning breath kisses and soft voices. I want toothbrushes touching and shared soap bars and brushing fingers as the towel is passed between our hands. i want shirts and bras and boxers and socks mixed in a hamper threatening to overflow by laundry day. i want soft sunlight dancing on dishwater and soap bubbles in the sink, the clink of glasses being placed on the high shelf, a pair of hips pushed against my back trying to reach the cabinet over my head. I want a hand in mine in the supermarket, holding conferences over produce. I want tickle fights in dining room, cuddle sessions in the living room, and nonsense conversations in the bedroom. i want pillows migrating to the wrong side of the bed and crumpled sheets and blanket wars in the night. i want chainsaw snoring and tangled limbs and warmth radiating between us resting heart to heart. I want love. Pure, simple, true. I want it with you.

"Give me the word, and I’ll give you a lifetime" by Hannah Estelle (via hidontbecreepy)

Daughter of the elements
Daughter of the rain
Daughter of the thunder
Daughter of the flame

Daughter of the dawn
And daughter of the light
Daughter of the stars
And daughter of the night

Daughter of the earth
And daughter of the trees
Daughter of the storms
And daughter of the breeze

Daughter of the moon
And daughter of the seas
Daughter of the winds
And daughter of the leaves.

daughter of the elements by lisa thiel (via cosmofilius)

secretlymisha:

i like how i’m not even remotely phased by anyone’s url anymore like oh look at this adorable kitten that satansbloodsacrifice reblogged from 1d-lives-inside-my-actual-vagina