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I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via violentwavesofemotion)

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i’m actually the ghost of a tormented poet in love with melancholy who sits on patches of moss in the moors sorry you had to find out this way

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I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via flame)

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Bitch I’m crazy about roses. Roses in face masks, in hand lotions, dried rose petals in essential oils. Rose candles, roses between teeth or a whole bouquet of them pressed into my breasts or roses in the street that have been walked on, run over or flung at someone’s face. Rose tea, rose lemonade, rose lipstick, a rose in your hair, his lapel. Roses dead, roses vivid red. Petals leading from the doorway to the bedroom, rubbed like crayons into the sheets. I love roses so much I took five minutes out of my day to write this like???

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1. I can’t shut up about you. If someone stopped me in the street and asked what I was thinking about, your name would spill out more easily than any of my anxieties. 2. I swear to God, every time I listen to a good song you’re the first person I want to tell. Every song has you in it. Every song is about you now. 3. Let’s mix each other’s laundry. If I find your shirt and you get my sweater, we can take each other out of our own clothes. 4. When you call me babe, and your voice is still a little sleepy, I swear to fucking god my heart feels it. I feel it behind my eyes, and sometimes even in my fingertips. The love spreads, you know? 5. Let’s stay up till 3 am and make ourselves pasta we can eat out of the pan while we sit on the kitchen counter and talk for hours. We can take pictures of the sunrise through the window while we laugh our six am laugh, because it’s early and we’re a little dizzy with love.

Love Thoughts, Pt. 2 (via loveserum)

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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via thespookytenenbaums)

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i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

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You’re a work of art. Not everyone will understand you, but the ones who do, will never forget about you.

Jos. (via enjoy-the-life-baby)

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I loved you on this day. I love this memory.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), Dir. Michel Gondry (via thelovejournals)

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It’s sad when people who gave you the best memories, become a memory

J.C (via enjoy-the-life-baby)

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It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.

Henry James (via thequotejournals)

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