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What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation
I gave roses, and received thorns.
I wanna meet someone’s who’s going to be like ‘hey wake up I’m taking you on an adventure’
don’t fall for the one who buys you flowers, fall for the one who wants to grow a garden with you
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
The best feeling in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean something to someone.
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
My pillow isn’t as comfortable as your chest.
She’s not cold hearted, she’s just tired of getting fucked over.
people should fall in love with their eyes closed
I want cuddles. I want to have his warm rough hands protectively grasping my waist bringing me closer with every breath he takes, every once in a while trailing his fingers up and down my arm and occasionally playing with my hair, my head perfectly fitting underneath his chin burying myself into his chest. Feeling his warm soft breath upon my head giving me a sign of comfort.