Where do you go when your house isn’t home?Unknown (via blackbruise)
You shouldn’t fall in love with people.You should fall in love with their music,their talent,their smile.You should fall in love with the late talks at night,with the way they make you feel.You shouldn’t fall in love with looks,but how can people love for real when they grow up in a society that only cares about looks and money ? When people doesn’t believe in love anymore ?Breathtaking love. (via theoneandonlyfa)
He will brush against your thigh and pretend that he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he likes them. He will take the band out of your ponytail because he likes your hair long, he will let you listen to his favourite song and it will get stuck in your head. He will kiss your lips until they are numb and he will hold your hands until they go numb too. Don’t watch the sunset with him, because you won’t be able to watch it again without missing the smell of his cologne. Don’t make him call you by your nickname, because afterwards you won’t be able to hear it. Your heart will be heavy and so will your head but just remember you were beautiful before he said so.some advice i gave to a friend (via desc-end)
I swear, when our lips touch, I can taste the next 60 years of my life. Last night, I had a dream. And in this particular dream I died in my dreams and woke not knowing I was still sleeping, so I had to walk. You see, that night, I had to walk in my sleep, I slept through my walk, I walked backwards until I saw you for the first time, and I could barely muster the courage to introduce myself all over again.
You see, I’ve been trying to find the right words. And I’ve been trying to take the right steps for what seems to me, to be thousands of years but something always seems to go wrong between us. We lived in Egypt and I was the Pharaoh’s slave. You were his daughter. Loving you led to my death that they claimed that I seduced you. And after they stole my life, I was resurrected as a Mason. I made the foundation for your house. We met eyes between for two seconds. You left and I didn’t see you again until I died.
I came back as a caterpillar. I turned into a butterfly. I laid in the palm of your hands. You brushed me away. The rejection killed me. When I awoke I was a kick drum. You were a snare. We were both owned by this drummer, named Cozy Cole, and when he died, so did we. But I came back just to look for you.
I left notes in random places hoping that you would stumble across them. I carved our names in trees and prayed that it would jog your memory. I would spit your name in the wind, hoping somehow, maybe someway, my voice would reach you, but it didn’t. And I died. I died early. I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand, just hoping that you would find me, but you never did, so they buried me. When they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes, and I used them as bus fair to get back to Earth, just so I could look for you.
That’s why, sometimes, when we hold hands, every so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight, and I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lose you again. My mother told me that when you find the perfect woman, you do whatever it takes to make sure that she’s next to you.I am looking for someone who can beat my love. (via everythingyoulovetoohate)