Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.
—Anne Boleyn (via larmoyante)
Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.
—Anne Boleyn (via larmoyante)
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
I want.
—Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants (via larmoyante)
My mind kidnapped his and took him places he’s only dreamed about,
He’s in love with me.
—Ebony Stewart, “He’s In Love With Me” (via nextstoprequested)
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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
—(via sorakeem)
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Lord Byron
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This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via larmoyante)
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But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.
—Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)
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I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
—Shana Abé (via kari-shma)
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What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
—Scott Westerfeld, Uglies (via larmoyante)
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Her smile was the life saver, and I was drowning in the sea.
—Emana Lukač (inner-look)
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