✎ YUKOKI
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butterfliesandwildflowers:

wholeheartedly written

“and I’m sorry if I come off as
clingy or
obsessed but
it’s just you mean more
to me than most things,
and being around you makes
me happy and I can’t
keep myself from smiling
when I see your eyes light up
or watch you bite back a laugh.
I met you in the darkest
time of my life, and you took my
hand and lead me out of it
and showed me the light and the
beauty in the world,
and I just can’t help myself
and the way I feel about you.”

- you.
9.29.14
a.a.a. (via affairedecoeur)
“I am weird, you’ve been warned.”

- Me (via gasaii)

What’ll I do if he never talks to me again?

SEND ME POKEMON
Luvdisc: I love your blog
Alomomola: I love you platonically
Jynx: I love you romantically
Smoochum: I want to kiss you
Swablu: I want to hug you
Nidoqueen: I want to date you
Nidoking: I want to battle you
Ninetales: You’re beautiful
Wooper: You make me smile
Alakazam: You’re really smart
Plusle: You’re an amazing friend
Minun: I wish I was your friend
Lopunny: You’re sexy
Scolipede: I don't like you
Smeargle: I love your art
Unown: I love your writing
Meloetta: I love your music
Cubchoo: You’re gross
Swirlix: You’re really sweet
Eevee: You’re one of my favourite people
Sylveon: You’re my best friend
Arceus: I worship you
Togekiss: I think you’re a great optimist
Phantump: I think you’re a great pessimist
Pichu: You’re really cute
Shaymin: I am grateful to know you
Metagross: I want to get to know you more
Dwebble: I wish I could talk to you but am too shy
Darkrai: You’re my worst nightmare
Exploud: You scare me
Bibarel: You’re silly
Audino: You make me blush
Absol: Your blog is a disaster
Slowking: You’re wise
Zoroark: You should post more pictures of yourself
Porygon: You should post more
“It pains me to know you’re hurting
further than my arms can reach,
that I am unable to protect you with the entire
span of the Pacific between us,
that no number of emails or texts
or FaceTime minutes
can bandage the bruises
he hammers into your skin.
There are days I think of you
until the expression on my face
is a postcard he will not let you read:
I wish you were here,
I wish you were here,
I wish you were here.

I keep three clocks set to your timezone
as reminders
that my 2ams
are your almost middays,
that while the moon wanes in this sky
you are under the sun someplace else,
feeding breadcrumbs to birds in a park
wishing for wings of your own
and I imagine that for a fraction of a moment,
you’re not so afraid. Fly home to me.
Where the hands that hold you will tremble
with passion not violence.
Where you will not be a possession
but the universe I inhabit. Fly home to me.”

- Beau Taplin || Fly home to me.  (via afadthatlastsforever)