I fell in love the way you fell asleep. Slowly then all at once.
I fell in love the way you fell asleep. Slowly then all at once.
"

He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."

"
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
emmafoutz:

My last weekend in New York City
"I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…"
what I’m too afraid to say - h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart (via perfect)
feedyourwanderlust:


sunfl0werpetal:

legitimism:

butterhcup:


click on it

This is my most favorite picture in the history of ever

I want to take someone to a field of sunflowers one day

You can take me to a field of sunflowers any day

reminds me of france ^.^

itstimetosmilee:

I always seem to go out of my way for people who don’t care or appreciate it.

I work to the point of exhaustion for you, and you couldn’t bat an eyelash for me.
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