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it’s the kind of night where you know what the moon feels like, it’s the kind of night where you realize just how much stardust runs through your veins, it’s the kind of night where the words flow out of you as if you’ve never written before, it’s the kind of night where you finally …
pinklilies: blink 182 – going away to college
– Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it. – Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them. – Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate …
I need you as the one luminous point in my madness. Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 – 1953)
I swear, we were living with our heads up in the clouds and with our feet far from the ground, dangling over the edge of the nearest cliff, daring each other to slip closer to the yawning chasm. Always closer, always higher, always more. And we did, we got closer and closer until my heart …
My favorite way to be held is in your gaze. A ten word confession #3
Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers. Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via aratoamin)
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. Rabindranath Tagore, from “[My soul is alight…],” in Poetry (June 1913)
your soul will never stop singing for him, you think, and it is as if the moon is the only one that knows, and it’s better that way, it seems, that only you can see the stars form his smile, and your heartbeat is chanting his name, and all of this is your secret to …