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Troye Sivan - WILD (Official Video) ft. Alessia Cara

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the distance that's left for me to call it love, i'm walking towards it slowly.

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the distance that's left for me to call it love, i'm walking towards it slowly.

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^ still you whenever you're trying to be scary but not exactly so scary :')

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^ still you whenever you're trying to be scary but not exactly so scary :')

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex-girlfriend's name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I'm going to be honest, I'm not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.

See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she's air brushed; its pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I'm going to be honest, I'm not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem would be about you.

About how I liked you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I'm not really a love poet. But if I was I'd write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I've written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you'll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don't even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I'd write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly.

I want to be your ex boyfriends stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And when my friends ask if you're my girlfriend, Ill say no. She is my musician. And me, I'm her favorite song.

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reason 384739586594 to love myoui mina: she loves food as much as i do

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tbh, you've never quite left my mind since the day you entered it

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tbh, you've never quite left my mind since the day you entered it

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彼らは魚がたくさん海に存

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彼らは魚がたくさん海に存在すると言う、

They say that there are plenty of fish in the sea

しかし、彼らは理解できませんでした、

but what they couldn’t comprehend

あなたは私の全体の海だったということです。

is that you were my whole ocean.

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i'm not as strong as you think i am--- but i promise to be with you, at 6am when you’re waking up for early training and with barely no sleep, hair messy, eyes tired. at 8am when we're forced to put our phones down to work. at 5pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying, and falling asleep and escaping from everything. i will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms. at 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours. at 3am when you're sad and weeping. i’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon

i'm not as strong as you think i am but i will be here as we grow together and i will love you after that. i will love you if I’m no longer here. i will love you, i will love you, and i will love you because you're always worth it.

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*mangiggles* GET YOU A MAN THAT CAN DO BOTH!! :')

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*mangiggles* GET YOU A MAN THAT CAN DO BOTH!! :')

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but it all comes down to this. so take this heart, this scared-to-death-what-am-i-even-doing heart of kim jiwon's and answer me with either yes or yes--- i've been calling you my girl for the past week or so but let's make this one official. myoui mina, will you be my girl?

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but it all comes down to this. so take this heart, this scared-to-death-what-am-i-even-doing heart of kim jiwon's and answer me with either yes or yes--- i've been calling you my girl for the past week or so but let's make this one official. myoui mina, will you be my girl?

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i'm not always so smooth with words, at least not as smooth as you claim me to be. and sad to say, those poems werent written by me either--- but they reminded me so much of you and these last words are mine and i tremble at the thought of you reading it. so let me make it simple and short and possibly easy to read. i'm not the biggest romantic and i'll never be the perfect guy. i make mistakes, i do stupid things--- and i'm prepared for all the fights we'll have in the future. i might make things bad for the two of us and i wont always be so good when it comes to comforting you. especially not when it's about me. but i'll keep my promise and be here whenever you need a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to.

and since i'm here talking about this, let me remind you how precious you are to me. that its okay to be a mess because i'm a mess myself and i don't mind patching up the pieces together with you as long as you don't mind as well.

that you have to trust me when i say i'm not going to force myself to you during days when you don't want me to be around. not even if it ends badly after all of this. that i'm happy to be spending time with you like this, talking to you, and actually being with you despite both our busy schedules.

that i'll still be here during the days when you shut your feelings out to the whole entire world (regardless of whether i'm included) because everyone has those days.

if you push your feelings away, i'll be right here catching them one by one (GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!!) and i'll save them until your ready to pick them up. and right behind you, i'll accompany you until you figure out what to do with them.

i'm not sure whether i've scared you away yet or not and i imagine you sitting there reading this and thinking 'what the hell is jiwon blabbering about this time' with that cute silly expression you make all the time (and damn, that expression is the one that gets me all so JSHDFJFKSJFGKGK HEART FLUTTERS AND BUTTERFLIES every single time) but in reality i'm a little shit who's scared to death over your reaction to this.

SIXTH. last but not least--- the only item on your list to which i didn't retaliate because i thought it was too soon but look at that, it only took me two days to realize just how much i probably like you and just how much i don't want to miss out on a chance like this. you told me how you're better off as a friend and maybe you're right. but i look at you and i listen to you and i think to myself 'will i really be able to stand seeing her in anyone else's arms but mine?'' ... and i don't want to bare even the idea of it

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wow look at that gummy smile!! my favorite smile coming from my favorite girl (next to mama kim bc you know how much of a mama's boy i am!)

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wow look at that gummy smile!! my favorite smile coming from my favorite girl (next to mama kim bc you know how much of a mama's boy i am!)

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wtf why are you so adorable????? i cant with you squishes both your cheeks

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I was told the average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of seven. I was told she picks the colors and the cake first.

By the age of ten, she knows the time and the location.

By seventeen, she’s already chosen a gown and a maid of honor.

By twenty three, she’s waiting for a man who doesn’t break out in hives when he hears the word commitment. Someone who doesn’t smell like a bandaid drenched in lonely. Someone who is more than a temporarily solution to the empty side of the bed. Someone who will hold her hand like it’s the only one he’s ever seen.

To be honest, I don’t know what tux I’ll be wearing. I have no idea what my wedding will look like.

But I imagine.. I imagine the woman who pins my last name to hers will butterfly down the aisle like a five foot promise.

I imagine that her smile will be so big that you will see it on google maps and know exactly where our wedding is being held.

The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk and I will get drunk on her footsteps. When the pastor asks me if I take this woman to be my wife I will say yes before he even finishes the sentence.

I will apologize to him later for being impolite but I will also explain to him that our first kiss happened six years ago and I’ve been practicing my yes for the past 2,165 days and when people ask me about my wedding I never know what to say but when people ask me about my future wife..

I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long.

I tell them that she thinks too much, she misses her parents, she loves to laugh, and she’s terrible at lying because her face never figured out how to do it correctly. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice my snooze button would collect dust.

I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys.

I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her cover to cover hoping to find typos just so we can both have something to work on.

Because aren’t we all unfinished?

Don’t we all need editing?

Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone praying that will tell us that we make sense?

She doesn't always make sense. But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most.

To be honest, I don’t know when I will be married. I don’t know where I will be married. But I do know this..

Whenever I’m asked about my future wife, I explain her as the best I can.

She always sounds a lot like you.