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ZZ Ward - Thinkin Bout You (Frank Ocean cover)
And my wasted heart will love you
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I wish you’d never pressed your lips against mine. You kissed me and you left and that was it. You killed me.
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We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers than words will allow us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.
—― James Frey (via theconcupiscentconcubine)
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I am covered in
the residue of your lips,
the taste of your skin.
My idea of the perfect life would be if we just stayed in bed all day. We could make love continuously, and only get up to bring in supplies, you know, fresh water and fruit to prevent scurvy, and make occassional trips to the bathroom to shave before diving back into bed. And once in a while we could change sheets. And go to the movies to prevent bed sores.
—Time Traveler’s Wife Audrey Niffenegger (via saaamsabado)
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😍
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“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”—John C. Moffi
I love this so much.
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