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@bb-romess
cute messages while I’m asleep is literally the key to my heart
To find someone who loves you for your laugh, your smile, your soul, and your eyes.
To find someone who thinks your smile isn’t just physical, but an emotional trait that lights up their world or the darkest room there is.
To find someone who is so enamored, not just by your looks, but by your existence.
You only really fall apart in front of the people you know can piece you back together.
“Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.”
– François Arnaud, for Interview Magazine
It’s so sad to me that this generations idea of romance is centered around texts. I don’t want you to just text me. I want you be curious about me, I want you to watch me and discover all of my little quirky details. I want you to sit with me in my car in the middle of the night while I yell about the bad day I had. I want to hold hands in the movies. I want little kisses between sentences. I want you to fall for me– but not for my words that appear on your phone screen. I want you to discover me.