Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. by W. S. Merwin (via floriental)
“I crave you in the most innocent form.
I crave to say goodnight and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst.
I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you,
and nothing less or more.”
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are. by Danielle Laporte (via avvfvl)
(Source: chelsieautumn, via melting-candles)
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you. by Elay Neal Moses (via larmoyante)