I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.
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I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.
Rachel Wolchin (via quotemadness)
Yeah you look good but ya soul dont
Who else thinks love is overrated until your head hits that mf pillow at night and you realize youre all alone and want to bond with someones heart
Thatâs why so many people live without love. They talk about love, but they live without love. They fantasize about love, but they never actualize love because to actualize love means you will have to destroy yourself utterly.
Osho (via lazyyogi)
no but honestly tho why am i like this???¿¿
I wanna be a chapter in your book of love.
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I still remember how it was before and I am holding back the tears no more. I love you.
Paul McCartney (via quotemadness)
It starts like this: Sheâs sitting across from you, and youâre watching her Like you may never see her again. You study her every detail in hopes of burning The shape of her lips and the curve of her face Into your memory, but you know the minute you look away, She will become a blurred outline of the girl you remembered. Itâs like you spent so much time Painting this perfect picture of her, and the moment You step away, you plunge the canvas underwater, And the paint rises and it falls apart. Sheâs no longer perfect. But who are you kidding? You never were an artist So it starts like this: Sheâs sitting across from you, And youâre sitting across from her. Take a deep breath, because it ends like this: Youâll look down at your hands, And theyâll be covered with the colors that she was. And sheâll stand up and she will walk away from you, And your hands will be clean, And itâs not her fault that she never wanted to paint And itâs not your fault that that you donât have a damn clue How to hold a brush. Some things just are, and with her, You are not.
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