You are my morning yawns and my night yearnings. You are each pit and patter of my heart. You are the stupid arguments and the tears that follow. You are the song and melody that leaves the goosebumps fighting for space on my skin. You are moans and the groans late in the night. You are the definition of the word. You are love and I thank the universe that you are mine.
Hotel to Tango (via haanypot)
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esquire korea ♡ november ‘15 issue
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key - welcome to my bias everyone …
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How many nights does it take to count the stars?
That’s the time it would take to fix my heart.
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