You were made to be kissed, often and well.– George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via larmoyante)
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love.
And I don’t care who knows.
disgustinghuman: sometimes he does things, mostly dancing things, that makes me look at him with an overwhelming urge to rip his body to shreds and lovingly cover myself in his flesh
Where is it we’ll meet when your mind wanders away and searches for me?– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
A glimpse, through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a...– Walt Whitman, A Glimpse (via gaols)