There’s no question about it, you will always be my answer.

When you fold me into your chest, and wrap me up in you, enveloped in your warm embrace I feel your devotion, spellbound by the love poured by your heart. I am known, cherished, found. All I need is in the world of your arms.

e.v.e.

do you fhink könig likes chubby people like ghost does,,

There is not a single doubt in my mind that König loves chubby people so much. He loves regardless of superficial things such as looks, but even then, he's always been so confused by the notion that fat isn't synonymous with beauty, because to him, there is nothing more gorgeous than a body that has clearly been loved and taken care of.

All König sees is his hot, beautiful, adorable, and sexy partner, and if he can pick you up and feel the way your body moulds to his touch, then that's just a bonus in his eyes. After all, he's not small himself, in any regards, and has been ridiculed in the past for his size. He understands the impact that words have, he can see for himself in the way you shrink under watchful eyes, clenched hands coming to wrap around your stomach. And in those moments, he doesn't hesitate to fix himself behind you, large hands encompassing yours from where they curl protectively over your body, and gently pries them away. His form would hunch over yours, lips hovering next to your reddening ears just to whisper,

"Du bist schön, liebling, everyone here knows it, but only I am lucky enough to call you mine."

König will spend every minute of everyday reminding you that you're nothing short of ethereal, will do anything in his power to be your companion on a long road to self-love, a trail he himself stumbles on every day. But you're always right there with him, your soft whispers of gentle support and crooned compliments act as his guiding light in the pitch black, so you can bet he'll make sure he's your lifeline too, an unwavering pillar of reassurance and love.

Make no mistake, you are the love of König's life. There is not a thing he wouldn't do for you. Not a raging storm he would not sail through just to reach you. You are his be all and end all, and not an ounce or pound on a stupid fucking scale will ever, ever change that.

"May the universe bring me your arms to crush me with splendid delight as you hug the life out of me on my death bed, may my last breath be breathed with an I love you on my lips.."

Dying doesn't sound so horrible when I put it like that, haha - eUë

Reblogs are off because you people don't realize that a post about gaslighting isn't the time or place for your LOL GONCHEROV XDDSS jokes idk what to tell you. If you find the info the other reblog added to be useful just screenshot it and repost it I'm done though

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

being in a completely normal nonthreatening scenario & environment and thinking “i have GOT to get the fuck out of here” with the intensity of some trapped neurotic prey animal

your arms around me, your hands in mine. that shit makes my heart beat fast as hell.

i’m so obsessed with the “leaked ttpd lyrics” that are just florence welch songs fed through a taylor voice ai

can’t get you off my mind.

I dreamt of your arms around me

There's a magic that draws me to you. A spell that I don't understand, that feels supernatural

When I'm sleeping you're somehow bewitching me, but when I'm awake you're so far away it doesn't even matter. I never tried to be close to you in reality. I never tried to be with you.

In my dream, you are so dear to me. You are so soft, it just melts my heart. The way your arms cling around my waist I know you need me to stay. The moment you lay your head on my stomach I feel your pull like a magnet making my blood heavy with an ache to be with you. I fall into your touch, I let it take me. With each heavy breath, I swell. I sway in your embrace. It's so strange how hard my heart beats. I'm dizzy, I'm full, drinking in your electric love. My hands along your back, my hands in your hair, and around your ears. How can I love so much it hurts? I'm shaking.

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

*stumbles out of the haunted house covered in hickies*