The fact that music exists, makes life bearably worth living.
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.
“To remember everything”
What a blessing…and
Ohh! What a curse.
A concept: Me and you; us, Dancing under the moonlight, and a sky filled up with the stars.
💫🌙 💫
“A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet.”
— Dianna Hardy
Deep down, inside every reader girl, is an insatiable hunger to be loved as fictional men love their girls and it increases evermore as they keep on reading.
"All these people think love's for show
But I would die for you in secret."
Taylor Swift, 'Peace'
"Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.”
~ Frida Kahlo
Stiles: come on, I wasn’t that drunk!
Lydia: you tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was “important”
Stiles: BECAUSE YOU ARE!!
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Robert Brault