I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.
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@aboycrazyinlove
I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.
Michael Faudet (via wordsnquotes)
Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.
Her (2013), Dir. Spike Jonze (via wnq-movies)
you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
You are the daydream I have spent many lifetimes trying to achieve.
Daily Haiku on Love by Aishwarya Nair (via aishwaryanair)
Typewriter Series #359 by Aishwarya Nair
I have a million things to talk to you 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 thelovejournals)
Typewriter Series #356 by Aishwarya Nair
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)
I cant wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. to find your lips instead of a text
(via dutchster)
I’m yours for ever–for ever and ever. Here I stand; I’m as firm as a rock. If you’ll only trust me, how little you’ll be disappointed. Be mine as I am yours.
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via thelovejournals)
I want to kiss you like poetry and make love to you like song; take your hand with syllables and carry you with rhymes. Let me touch you like a sonnet and love you like a story…
There are not enough words to explain my admiration // Pablo Verzosa (via thelyric)
You smiled to me and I thought: Damn, I’m fucking in love with you.
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