If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I’d stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest. Call Me By Your Name (2017), dir. Luca Guadagnino

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If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I’d stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest. Call Me By Your Name (2017), dir. Luca Guadagnino
If only you knew how little I really know about the things that matter
I love you,” She paused. “But I need to go now. I need to leave. Because we’re going to ruin each other.
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write. (via avouer)
with great power comes a great electricity bill
Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love
-me when i over think things (via stay-impure)
No, fuck you. I deserve better.
something that has taken me too long to realise (via narcotic)
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She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via perrfectly)