|—||At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)|
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
there was something about you, the way you lay on my chest agaisnt my heart. the rapid speed increase, your ocean blue eyes and I swear I’ve counted the amount of freckles on your skin, the way your curves perfectly fit between my hands, and your warmth, the smell of youre purfume stained into my clothes, the safty. You fell into my heart like a beer bottled smashed. You keep pouring into me, you’re innocent and fragile teaching you the steps to making love, my heart grows fonder everyday, I swear baby this might be love.
Babies sneezing is the best thing
I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
|—||Kiersten White (via agentlemenscoup)|
most beautiful thing i have ever read.
i”d reblog this over and over and over, because it’s my most favorite thing
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin.
|—||Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium (via dieworten)|
I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.
|—||Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via vrban)|
Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
|—||Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)|
For sale on Etsy: “The Universe and Her, and I #121” link to buy in bio. Peace, grace and love humans!