"I must have flowers, always, and always."

Claude Monet (via w-ritings)

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"A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do."

Lisa Kleypas (via w-ritings)

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"Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time."

Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze (via w-ritings)

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"Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?"

Pablo Neruda (via w-ritings)

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"Kiss me with your eyes."

Andy Warhol (via w-ritings)

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"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."

She was always holding my hand  (via fabulousbitch69)

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"How much of human life is lost in waiting."

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via i-nsatiable)

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