My favorite gesture is after you have kissed me; and you gently caress my hair and cup my face at the same time. You look at me with the most raw intimate stare and smile, letting me know with that one look you’re locking this moment up with all your other sweet memories.
Poem/drabble #60 - The Sweetest Gesture - 06.03.14  (via modernhepburn)

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Eye contact: how souls catch fire.
Yahia Lababidi, Aphorisms
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I want all of my lasts to be with you.
Untitled (via natashakills)

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You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
Augusten Burroughs  (via re-examine)

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