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“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”
— Beau Taplin
Clear your mind here
your voice it’s the hum of an old car as it drives away when you wake up will you still feel the same ardently you nod yes so i kiss you goodnight and nod okay knowing that you don’t know what you’re saying because i love you when i wake up and when i go to sleep and when my mom is screaming about how she can’t stand my dad and when my dad is lying through his teeth and i love you when i don’t want to wake up in the morning and when i can’t fall asleep at night and i know that you can’t feel the same and that’s okay but i love you and it’s not just some guttural phrase that i spew for momentary praise it is a prayer that i whisper in my sleep and during my math exams it is a promise that i cannot take back and i’m sorry that i cannot better uphold it but i love you when the rain falls and the sun shines and i do it regardless of whether or not you love me at all
Taylor Driver, writing prompt #47: write about unrequited love (via wnq-writers)
Clear your mind here
Kiss my thoughts with your thoughts, Let our philosophies collide and make love under the stars we ponder about, Make me feel like your most breathtaking epiphany, Love me and protect me like you protect your deepest darkest secrets, I want all of you, Every inch of your mind, heart and body. Your smile is gravity defying, Which makes me feel like I can float in space for eternity. I won’t settle till I do, For, love you make me feel absolutely electric, You charge my mind with energies and vibes, Things that I can’t see make me feel so alive. You’re the brightest constellation in my galaxy, I can’t believe you exist In my time and space. But you do.And I am forever grateful to the stars, Because you’re my one nice thing, So I must have done something right.
thewriterthatnobodynoticed, you make ripples in mind everytime you speak// 22:32 (via shareaquote)
I love it when I look out into a crowd to find your eyes already waiting to meet mine.
apoetscorner (via shareaquote)
I crave love, the purest, deepest and rawest form of it. The movie love, the book love, the Romeo-Juliet love. Just someone’s careless kisses on my neck and my yearning lips, Someone to hold hands with and run into the sunset with, Someone I can write about endlessly, never getting tired of writing about how they are my sole galaxy in this dark universe, my one nice thing, About How every word that falls off their lips can put poetry to shame, Or how his eyes have all my favorite colors in one place, right where I can see them. How his hands are rough and strong, And how mine are soft and fragile, How he would kiss my fingers Every time I would remind him why I love him. How he and I would make each other mix tapes and pretend we’re in the 90’s. I wonder if he would write about me too, That’s the dream, two writers in love. Exchanging letters and small notes, Proclaiming our love in ways that haven’t been written about yet, With two different point of views for the same story. I want to dance with him, even though I don’t know how to and I am sure he’s a brilliant dancer, And I want him to sing with me, Even though he is a terrible singer, I want to kiss him, Which is nice cause we’re both great kissers. I want to hear his far fetched theories about alternate universes and how he reckons we stumbled across each other, fate or sheer coincidence? I want to fall in love with the whole person, and not just the idea of them I have constructed in my head. I want to love them for being shitty, for being sad, for being weird, for crying, for being pathetic, For being one hundred percent themselves, and being okay with letting me see every side they deemed unlovable. I want to kiss him lazily like we have all the time in the world and also urgently, like there’s no tomorrow. I want to cuddle with him, trying to burrow myself deeper into his scent and him, That’s what I think heaven will smell like, Leather, cinnamon and him. I think heaven will sound like his voice, Every goddamn thing he says sounds like honey and chocolate milkshakes. Where are you? When are you planning to show up? I am exhausted even though I am only seventeen, But I’ll wait till I am seventy if I have to.
thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wordsnquotes)
It is not enough to love someone when they show you their light. You have to love them enough to want to embrace their darkness as well.
thedemonkings// Letters to Shannon (via wordsnquotes)
Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy.
Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn
(via wordsnquotes)
There she was, at 4am, in your bed. You loved her then, didn’t you? She was wearing your duvet like a cape, with her head poking out. She loved you back; she really did. You said, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never met anyone like you.” She said simply, “kiss me.” So you did. You lifted her chin and kissed her mouth and swallowed her giggles whole. You felt her sunshine fill your lungs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You felt the duvet fall as she leant forward. “Tell me a secret,” she said. She was always saying these things. “I’ve told you everything already,“ you said. Your lips were on her neck. “Tell me a secret,” she repeated. “Okay,” you sighed, “I love you.” “Tell me a secret.“ “I’ve always loved you.”
S. Zhao (via blossomfully)
I feel so comfortable with him that it’s almost scary. I’m often shy when kissing someone, but when I kiss him it’s like our mouths belong together in some deep way. Our tongues dance in each other’s mouths to the sound of the music our hearts play, and our lips combine so perfectly it’s almost frightening. I’m scared I’ll never kiss someone with lips like yours.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
Clear your mind here
Clear your mind here
Lately, in the shower I have been thinking more than I have been singing. I think about you.
Daniel C. L. (via apprenticehero)
when you’re kissing someone and you stop kissing them for a sec and smile and kiss again I can’t think of something more beautiful than that
