For the people who aren't ashamed of being in love

I forgot what it was like to be kissed

without hands slipping into places they shouldn't be

but you reminded me

You called me beautiful

and I knew it meant more than "meet me in the bedsheets"

because to you compliments aren't innuendos

I looked into those eyes that are almost exactly like mine

but in them I see everything I wish I had

I know it's too cliche to admit 

that you reminded me how to breath

but I've been drowning

and the first time we kissed

I realized I'd been breathing in toxins all this time

before I found your lips

So let's call ourselves the Notebook 2 

I'm tired of being ashamed of sappy love

I want to write your name on the inside of my wrist

I want to think of you when Ed Sheeran comes on

I want to send you a million heart emojis just because I want to 

I want to love you
Not like the last boy or the boy before that

I love you 

As simple as that

Sometimes.

Plastic- Sofar Sounds

Everything about this is imperfectly perfect and I think I'm in love

Nails= Paris

Find what inspires you and do it