At that phase of truly, madly and deeply in love with you, where you can say anything, unwrap the worst things you have done and I will not abandon you!
All I want is for Jess Mariano to annotate a book for me!
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
Can't agree more!
everyone is pretending and everyone knows that everyone is pretending
My dream job is to be a librarian and be around books all the time; like literally, eat there, drink there, sleep there, walk there, breathe there.🤍
"وطن المرء ليس مكان ولادته و لكنه المكان/الذي تنتهي فيه كل محاولاته للهروب"
"Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease."
"My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours."
If love was to be measured in water,
mine for you would create Tsunamis.
The.soulwhispers