I don’t want to fuck. Or have sex. Or make love. I want to love you, every bit of you, all the time, emotionally and physically.
Because I am a star and you are a galaxy, and all I can wish for is that your galaxy consists of these little stars which create the constellation of my being in your existence. The constellation of us. Two as one. In sync and balance as the universe is in itself.
My late night thoughts (1/29/14; 12:44 AM) ~my metaphors make sense to me at 1am but then I read them over and hit myself bc what was I saying even and this is deff one of those posts; oh weeeeell~ (via s-y-n-c-e-d)