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Life is you, life is me. It’s not money, it’s not things. Life is about people, since death takes everything from us anyway — (via iwaslostsoi)

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Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice. — (via lushpussyhighheels)

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All relationships go through stuff, real relationships get through stuff. — (via picsandquotes)

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itsonlyyforever:

When I first saw youI knew you were like fireworksYou were loud and full of lifewith colours that never wanted to slow down I’m not quite sure how someonecan light up the sky in a million different ways but here you areand sometimes I swear I see your eyes in the stars I know I’m quiet and it’s hard to show my coloursand I’m sorryif sometimes I get lost inside my thoughtsbut you should know most of these thoughts are of youlike how you can’t sleep before 5am and how an ocean doesn’t matter to youor how I look at youand you’re looking at me tooI know life isn’t always about bright colours and fireworksand sometimes colours aren’t always clearbut slow down with me hold my hand and let me kiss youuntil you fall asleepI promise togetherwe will have gentle fun

itsonlyyforever:

When I first saw you
I knew you were like fireworks
You were loud and full of life
with colours that never wanted to slow down 
I’m not quite sure how someone
can light up the sky in a million different ways 
but here you are
and sometimes I swear I see your eyes in the stars 
I know I’m quiet and it’s hard to show my colours
and I’m sorry
if sometimes I get lost inside my thoughts
but you should know most of these thoughts are of you
like how you can’t sleep before 5am 
and how an ocean doesn’t matter to you
or how I look at you
and you’re looking at me too
I know life isn’t always about bright colours and fireworks
and sometimes colours aren’t always clear
but slow down with me 
hold my hand and let me kiss you
until you fall asleep
I promise together
we will have gentle fun

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jean-luc-gohard:

I was born in the wrong generation. This generation is still racist as fuck and I can’t download a pizza. Wake me up in the year 3019.

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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 gracieteefey)

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If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
Because every night I tell her about you.
— Shahrazad al-Khalij (via wordsnquotes)

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