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You’re an Iron & Wine song. You’re a Sofia Coppola movie. You’re what Charles Bukowski will be proud of and what Sylvia Plath will write about. When a flash of light passes by, that’s you. You’re light.
a.s., an excerpt from “you and me” (via mossyribs)



You’re beautiful.
You really are.
Don’t even begin to deny it,
Because darling,
I think the freckles that spill over your nose
Like a galaxy of stars
Are the most splendid things in the world.
Your lips are like rose petals,
And when they spread into a smile
I swear the whole world stops,
Just to see that gorgeous grin of yours.
Your skin is a road map,
Painted with imperfections
That I would gladly spend my days
Tracing my fingers over,
Admiring each and every one.
You are a flower,
But you will never bloom
If you don’t have the ability
To spread your rose petal lips
And dance in the breeze.
You must sing with the trees
And fly with the birds,
And I promise you-
Everything will be okay.

You’re beautiful, don’t ever forget that.

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In the end I want it to be you.
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.
Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)


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I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)

You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she’s beautiful, she’ll think you’re sweet, but she won’t believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding… And sometimes that’s enough.”

"But there’s a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you… Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn’t seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.

Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of The Wind (via wordsnquotes)



You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via emiliaclarke)

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Sometimes you have to give up on people. Not because you don’t care, but because they don’t.
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how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.
(6 a.m. thoughts)