I can’t even begin to explain how beautiful this is

(Source: likeafieldmouse)


I want to be a canvas and your lips the brushes,

your fingers the chalk, your tongue the ink that stains my skin.

Paint me in all your colours, 

drench me in acrylics, watercolours, coal.

I will be your masterpiece,

placed in a museum, adored for centuries to come.

Your name will forever be etched in my substance. 

I want to stain your lips with my name
So even if years later we aren’t kissing each other,
Girls will still taste the love we had.

(via falling-deeperinlove)

(Source: sundayyymorningsss)

Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment.
Rachel Wolchin (via grateful-melancholic)

(Source: fellinlovewithmelancholy)

I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.
(via menstruating)

(Source: i-am-my-own-mind)

Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.
Joanne Harris (via fydion)

(Source: a-thousand-words)

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.
Sue Monk Kidd (via psych-facts)