You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...– Elke River (via lovelessramblings)
text-pistol: Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty...
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s...– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via electric-wish)
carelessly: It’s sad how as soon as a memory is made, you start to forget. No matter how many times you play it in your head, or try to hold on, you start to not remember.