that I wrote that
all for him"
— he may never even see it (via teenagetension)
What I mean is
I love you.
What I mean is your hands
are a blast of truth from God."
O.O *whispers* god damn…
I hold my baby a lot because some day my heartbeat won’t be his source of comfort.
Some day he’s going to crawl away from me.
Some day he’s going to walk away from me.
Some day he won’t want to kiss me or hold my hand in public.
Some day he’ll stop sleeping next to me.
Some day he will grow up.
But not today. Today I will hold him in my arms and kiss him on his head.