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Let’s hold hands. You can rub the back of my thumb with yours and I can feel all the lines of your palm press gently into mine and I can find all the amazing shapes our hands make, even when they are so very close together. Let’s hold hands and talk about my habits and what songs we like to do at karaoke and how there are specific fictional robots that are way better than others.

Let’s hold hands and not let go until you decide to kiss me, until I decide to let you try.

Let’s kiss. You can pull my mouth to yours, press your body against mine, push your hand up into my hair. You can trace the edge of my teeth with your tongue, learn the shape of my lips by the way they move against yours, hold me by the nape of the neck with one hand, just tight enough to keep me from pulling away, but just loose enough to let me know that I can, if I wan’t.

Life is too short to spend it wondering if your life will explode into a million pieces if they ever touch you.

I’d rather be broken apart by the truth than spend my life always wondering—always wondering what it felt like to be touched by someone who meant it, by someone who wanted it just as bad as I did, by someone who didn’t want to spend their life wondering either.

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- Kristen Fiore // Why Can’t We Have Just One Kiss?  (via girlvswhale)

(via girlvswhale)

Iwan Rheon - Changing Times (AWAL on Air Roundhouse Radio)

"… my whole sky craves
an island of tenderness.
My rivers tilt towards you."

- Marina Tsvetaeva, from “My ear attends to you,” in Selected Poems, translated by Elaine Feinstein (Penguin Classics, 1994)

(via squeats)

"I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere."

- Anis Mojgani  (via rabbitinthemoon)

"That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out."

- Andrea Gibson (via observando)

"I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control."

- Tina Tran, My words don’t say much at all (via creatingaquietmind)

(via creatingaquietmind)

"I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you."

- Friedrich Nietzsche (via holyromanhomo)

(via damnyoulauren)

What she said.

You are magnificent. I want to come home to you and do boring mundane couple things and sit on the couch and talk through the commercials before ‘our show’ comes on. 

What she said.

And that band played, the one from our first date, at my local bar that I took you to after the worst italian food we could find in my area, and I missed you most tonight. I miss the way you’d hold my face in your hands, your fingertips against my skin, as you’d kiss me. How I wanted nothing but your touch on my body, my skin, my heart. You are my home, my understanding of the world begins with our hearts, our love. My lips moved talking of us, talking of how I fell in love with you instantly, our comfort. I missed you most tonight because no one understands me in the ways that our insistent chatter creates thunderstorms. We are the weather, the beautiful sunset, the night time bickering of fireflies. I missed you most tonight. I miss you always.