February 2012
“I thought we were supposed to get some sleep” I said, as he wrapped his arms around me and left a trail of soft kisses.
And he replied, “Sleep just got cancelled”.
{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}: cartographe:... →
52hearts:
cartographe:
I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough…
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whichwan:
Dear person, I’m too happy to be bitching about you right now :D & I think I’d be too happy to be bitching about you my whole life :D
Awesome! :D
Reblogging for truth!
He tells me” I’ve been resting on your side of the bed to catch a glimpse of your scent.”
Dear sweetheart.
Your chest is where I lay my head. And your heart, my pillow.
do you ever listen to a song and feel this deep inconsolable sadness that makes your chest physically ache but yet it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world
“I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how...”
– Joseph Gordon-Levitt (via suzywire)
“My lover asks me: ‘What is the difference between me and the sky?’
‘The...”
– Nizar Qabbani (via theconsciousmuslim)
“The most important notes in music are the ones that wait until sound has entered...”
– Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter (via 52hearts)
“Her eyes were the color of faraway love.”
– Pablo Neruda, The Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks (via girlinlondon)
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