Amor-Perfeito

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Le Coup du Berger (1956)

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[clockender]

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1998:

Sitting here waiting for you Would be like waiting for winter It’s gonna be cold There may even Be snow….

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Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

David Levithan (via thatkindofwoman)

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The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had…

(via bb-bbt)

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Some hearts understand each other— even in silence.

Yasmin Mogahed   (via paper-fairy)

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RALPH LAUREN FW 2005

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[brigantias-isles]

Iris at Dawn 

by Maria Oakey Dewing (1845-1927)

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I melt at your glances and become music.

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “A River Dies of Thirst,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Better than any word is the pulse of your scent.

Pablo Neruda, “Ode to a Cluster of Violets” (via misswallflower)

[quotemadness]

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Sylvia Plath (via crjuna)

[boykeats]

Rest your cheek, for a moment, on this drunken cheek. Let me forget the war and cruelty inside myself.

Rumi, from a Ghazel (via lickerishdreams)

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My golden love, if you only knew, what precious honey you are for me.

Napoleon Lapathiotis, tr. by Panayotis Sfalagakos, from “Like a Wind,” (via modern-touch)

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…she put a touch of perfume at her temple and between her breasts; the earth was perfumed with the aroma of a thousand crushed leaves and flowers…

Clarice Lispector, from The Book of Delights; “The Beginning of Spring,”  (via modern-touch)