"I think that if I could fall asleep next to you every night, I’d never really be sad again."
— Midnight thoughts (I already miss you)
"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via w-ildfires)
"I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me."
— Connotativewords | jl | You and Me (via connotativewords)