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"It's like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't
"It's like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't even exist."
I have come to realize that home is when I'm in your arms.
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posted May 21, 2013 at 3:52pm UTC tagged with
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I don't want anything special. I want to be able to sit there in a comfortable silence. I want to cuddle while watching scary movies. I want to laugh at funny movies and laugh as he misses his mouth and the straw pokes his cheek. I want to run up to him and knock the win out of him with my hug after we haven't seen each other for two days because that's the longest we have been without each other. I want him to hold me when I'm feeling ill or down. I want to eat Chinese food with him on random days. I want to make out on the couch with him. I want to walk around the mall with him and try on stupid things and make him laugh at them. I want to walk around the city with him and get lost. I want to get lost in our own little world and forget about everyone but us two. I want to bum around all day in his sweatpants and shirt. I want to drive around and pick the unhealthiest looking takeout food. I want to go camping in the middle of July and have it get freezing cold at night and just cuddle together. I want to go to the beach and eat too much fried food and swim too much. I want to get a hotel and go wimming in the pool all day and rejoice in the bedroom. I want to hold his hand and squeeze it to let him know I'm still here. I want to run my hands through his hair and massage his head when he has a headache. I want to belt out songs that are on the radio with him while in traffic. I want to have a tickle fight with him. I want to have a fight with him and then have him come into bed an hour later, cuddle up next to me and put his arms around me and tell me he couldn't ever imagine losing me. I want to go to his house and have his grandmother fall in love with me. I want to kiss him in the pouring rain and wake up the next day with a cold, but it'd be so worth it. I want to have late nights with him and talk about everything and nothing at all. I want to have him surprise me by showing up at my dorm and tell me he missed me and that we are going to the park, despite the time. I want to show him to my roomates and have them be jealous of how much in love we are. I want to sneak up to him while he's at work and sneak in a few kisses and hugs while his boss isn't paying attention. I want kiss him whenever I can because his kisses are addictive. I want him to realize that I'm just perfect for him because this is all he wants too.
when people point out that i get most of my quotes from tumblr or twitter or ifunny, i secretly laugh because it's like.. i don't give a f.ck and i don't think many of you have realized that. lol like i told you that i did and i know where i got it, you're just wasting your time and energy posting the original poster or what-not
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