Jag åker vidare, fler ställen, fler städer, fler länder. Det gör ingen skillnad, i dig finns allt det där, tusen gånger om.

(via skrivandet)

The feeling of right after feeling wrong for so long, is hard to let slip through your hands.

I love how his eyes turns into gold when he speaks. Shines as bright as a diamond ring. He is studying it as if the world would end if he let go.

Rw.

Laying with my head on his chest, feeling every movement as he takes a breath has become my home again. As I lay here, listening to his soothing heartbeats, I realise that moments like these are powerful enough to make two people go through it all.

Soulmate

Baby, we are real and we are the best

Monday morning in London ☕️☕️☕️

Ben Howard you write poems