journal entry (H.S)
I don’t need to write some long paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was fucking poetic before I messily scribbled down one word about you. I loved you with every bone in my entire fucking body and if that isn’t poetry, I don’t know what is.
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
Dan Howell (via bl-ossomed)