“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
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“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
What a beautiful afternoon to sit in my yard and drink a milkshake
The boys…
They have arrived….
(via heyfunniest)
I think about you way more than I should.
A lot more than you probably want me to.
With our age difference you’ll never think of me as anything more, but somehow I find comfort in the fact that you even think of me at all.
since this is yahoo, can someone help me please?
i held a girl’s hand the other day and she didn’t come to school for like a week. did i made her pregnant?
(via reckless-lovee)
"I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"
