We Kiss on the Mouth, But Still Cough Down Our Sleeves [Sarah. Twenty Five. Baltimore.]

I want someone who…

I want someone who thinks my horrible jokes are funny. Someone who wants to binge watch entire series on Netflix with me. Who likes that my entire wardrobe consists of almost all dresses with flowers on them and baggy sweaters. Someone who thinks it’s adorable that I stand with my hands together in front of me like a little girl when I’m nervous, like when meeting their family. Someone who wants to tell me about their day and actually cares about hearing about mine. Someone who likes to morning cuddle and will look at me the same way in the morning, when I’m a horrible monster, as they did the night before when I spent time on my appearance because I wanted to look pretty for them. Someone who will make me feel wanted, both emotionally and sexually. Definitely sexually. Someone who will hold my hand at the movies and cuddle with me on the couch. Someone who is respectful to my parents, it means more than you think.

I just want someone who will love me and want to make me happy as much as I love them and want to make them happy. An even trade for once.

A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
- Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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