dude if you ever scratch or rub my back through my shirt you guarantee yourself a place under my protection
you scratch my back and i’ll kill a man for you
*under my shirt
Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel uncomfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.
|—||Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via seaof-gold)|
There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.