‘I think about your thighs,’ he wrote in the second letter, ‘and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid — a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.’

Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via budddha)

one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever read.

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This is so beautiful yet I feel this is nonexistent..

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This is so great.

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my—last—serenade:

astrannn:

I hate when people say things like “Shut up, your life isn’t that hard. You don’t even know what struggle is.” It really irks me because you have no idea what someone may be going through. Someone is tweeting about me right now saying that my life isn’t that hard. She clearly doesn’t know shit about me. Before you open your mouth, you should probably ask what someone’s story is so you don’t look like such an ignorant fuck.

Real talk!

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To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (via themixedtape-cm)

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Music is a mysterious thing. Sometimes it makes people remember things they do not expect. Many thoughts, feelings, memories… things almost forgotten… Regardless of whether the listener desires to remember or not. — Citan Uzuki (Xenogears) - http://youtu.be/eDnkucSov4g (via flyingfock)

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domiiialonzo:

& i would get so maddd cause leo never wanted “titles”. now i kinda understand that a title is JUST a title, its not that important. as long as you both know how you feel for eachother♥

 Lexii4Life:  Wow, I love this picture so much right now. 

domiiialonzo:

& i would get so maddd cause leo never wanted “titles”. now i kinda understand that a title is JUST a title, its not that important. as long as you both know how you feel for eachother♥

 Lexii4Life:  
Wow, I love this picture so much right now. 

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