“because when you share / hidden parts of yourself / with someone else, / you’re trusting that person / to hold the secret sections / of your heart / and to love the bits / you thought / were unlovable” –m.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in peoples eyes when they realise they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up. I love .