I miss the feeling of snuggling up into someone all night. Fitting my head between that place between their neck and shoulder. Feeling their fingers trace up and down my spine. Down and around every bone from the top of my neck to the tip of my hipebones. I miss long nights of exchanging saliva and sweet words. i miss i love you’s and kisses on the forehead before a long night’s rest. i miss waking up to a face i can easily wake up to everyday for the rest of my life. i miss the feeling of euphoria. i miss intensity. i miss passion.
i’m such a helpless romantic.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via gatekeeper)
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fishy) (via quote-book) (via gatekeeper)
Anne Frank (via quote-book) (via gatekeeper)
Washington Irving (via bitchville) (via gatekeeper, bitchville)
(via gatekeeper)
Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and…