I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think.
I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold.
I have those things already.
I want…a steady hand. A kind soul.
I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love, and be loved.
|mood board made by me|
sources: 1.tcmo-abstract,untitled 2.magda indigo-flower 3.The White Sky by Stefano Bonazzi 4.via scarflove tumblr