please just let me worship you like the god you are to me

"stop, my brown eyes are nothing special"

uhm???! brown happens to be my favorite color?? and i get to see it whenever we lock eyes?? it's deep and warm and comforting??! your eyes turn into melted chocolate when hit by sunlight??! i'm captivated every time you look at me??!

He says such silly things sometimes

I have never known love before him. Everything pales in comparison.

Need a tutorial on how to put my bone-deep devotion for my boyfriend to the side for a bit so that I can focus on my uni work

Loving him feels like when it's really stormy outside and you open the front door and are first hit with a gust of wind so strong that it takes your breath away for a second

Me when he explains the content of his physics lectures to me

I love hearing boys ramble about shit I do NOT understand. You are so hot when you are incoherent. I’m glad you make sense to you though.

Status: wondering if I can put

'admiring my boyfriend'

for the talents & interests section of CVs

Scientists need to look into how it's possible to like someone this much. He's just scrolling on his phone and I want to crawl into his ribcage and fit myself right next to his heart-

He's everything I thought I'd never have

i try not to look at him as though he’s the most beautiful creature in the whole fucking universe and im obsessed with him, but it’s hard because he is, and I am

Yea you might think he's hot but if I could travel back in time I would seek out the most skilled sculptors of their time and have them capture his beauty in marble for his ethereal allure to be displayed in museums for decades to come. We are not the same.

We are on his bed, stargazing. His arms wrapped around my middle as he presses kisses on my neck and whispers declarations of love. Suddenly I understand what worship feels like.

I want to breathe you in until your name resonates in every word I speak

i need his hands all over me. i need marks and hickies. i need people to know i’m his.

no rizz just sparkly loving eyes and a heart that feels ready to pour right out of my ribcage at any given time

There's nothing quite like finally escaping the freezing morning air and sneaking underneath the covers right into your boyfriend's arms. Feeling his sleep-warm body melt into your own and warming you up slowly as the tension leaves your body.

Doing blackout poetry in second-hand books that our university gave away before playing Pokemon together is peak gay academia