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Don’t date a girl just because everyone else in the room can’t take their eyes off her, or that black dress hugs her curves perfectly. Date a girl who you think about while waiting for the subway. Who makes you want your words to sound like some pretentious asshole who sits at Starbucks all day with a laptop wrote them. Date a girl who makes you think of stargazing in the summer and hot drinks in the winter. Don’t date a girl you can see the rest of your life with, date a girl who makes certain moments of your life unforgettable. Don’t date a girl who if after two weeks she “won’t give it up” to you. Don’t date a girl who if after 6 months won’t give it up. Date a girl who you will wait till the ends of the earth till she’s ready, a girl who you will gladly light the candles for. Date a girl who you will do anything to get that smile that melts your heart. Don’t date a girl who you’re dependent on. Date a girl who makes you more dependent on yourself to be better.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac - On The Road (via paigeypaige19)
I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
J.D. Salinger (via cad-y)
lately all i really want to do is just leave and disappear. quietly in the dead of night and just travel and follow the road till my feet give out. meet whoever and stay wherever.
I promise to love you:
at 6 am when you’re waking
to go to work, to school, or whatever
road life takes you on;
and when you didn’t sleep well,
your hair is a mess
and your eyes are sleepy.at 8 am when we say goodbye
for the day and you’re rushing
out the door with a cup
of black coffee, after finishing
a morning cigarette
when your lips taste like
caffeine and nicotine.at 3 pm when you’re exhausted
from the day and people have
worn you out and you feel like
sighing, crying, and falling asleep
and escaping in afternoon dreams.
I will kiss your forehead,
and wrap myself in your arms.at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed,
even though you won’t sleep for hours
and you’ll flip through all the channels
tired of dismal newscasts and re-runs.
Especially when we become a human knot
wrapped up in sheets and kissesat 3 am when loneliness and sadness
do not destroy you, but consume you
and when you weep without an explanation
I’ll kiss your lips, softly and
tell you you’re the absolute best.
When we talk about life
and why winter kills the flowers.I will love you when you grow old,
I will love you even after that
I will love you if I’m no longer here
I will love you
I will love you
and I will love you.—AKR
I promise to love you forever (for Louis) by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via mer-se)
Instead of open legs it’s open minds, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. I’m talking mind-sex, conversation climax, most don’t comprehend that you really gotta have that.
Versis (via tea-storm)
The kind of love letters I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out under the sheets with one hand between your legs.
J’espère avoir enivré tes draps de mon parfum, que lorsqu’elle se couchera près de toi, enveloppée de ce qui fût mien, mon âme s’emparera de la sienne, car dans mes nuits blanches je me tords de douleur, je me souviens encore qu’elle m’a volé tes lèvres, tes bras et ton souffle sur ma peau.
(via spleen-nocturne)
J’écris car personne ne m’écoute.
Ma feuille blanche est mon seul public.
Joddy. (via joddymathers)
Je t’aime bien plus que je ne te le dis car je ne connais pas de mots assez significatifs pour exprimer l’amour que j’ai pour toi.
Lettre de Juliette Drouet à Victor Hugo
Le 22 janvier 1836 (via envertudelamour)
Le 22 janvier 1836 (via envertudelamour)