gorgeous-fiend-blog:

I dislike how dismissive he is. He is fully aware of the power of his words and how easily he can slice through me with either his voice or his silence and he uses it wantonly. He is cruel and, at times, utterly passionless.

At the same time, I love his sharpened jaw and how it clenches when he’s angry or biting back a laugh. I love the seductiveness in his  smallest gestures— a lifted hand, a tilt of his head, legs crossing. His wit continues to leave me speechless even after so long knowing him; I never tire of hearing his voice, or his thoughts on things, though I might seem impatient or mocking. I love when he reads out loud to me. I love his spirit, morose as i can be— I’m afraid this is  becoming  rather sickly sweet, so I’ll end it here.