𓍯𓂃 𝓘 like the feel of you. I like the noises you make. I love your faults. I love your voice. I love your truth. The world bores me to death (or rather, my world does) – it bores me and irritates me when I'm away from you.
𓍯𓂃 𝓐nd I'd love to be with you; to lay down my tired head somewhere. To forget the whole world. Simply to gaze into your eyes. Not to want anything else but you, not to hear anything else but you.
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excerpts by H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West written c. 4/1913 (via violentwavesofemotion) & Leos Janacek, Letter to Kamila Stosslova, 8/5/1928