he is the sun, filled with beauty enough to blind, and oh how you will stare at him, fingers intertwined, looking at the sun until the day you die.
will the stars mourn your fall? | a.h. (via peggyicarter)
I believe you because I am not afraid
of the kind of love that is kind enough
to touch every dark corner in my heart
with hands that will grow old with mine.
I believe you because I am brave enough
to love someone who can hurt me
but chooses to hold me instead.
Avery Veins, “I Believe You” (via dearestalec)
I don’t know if love’s a feeling. Sometimes I think it’s a matter of seeing. Seeing you.
Emily L., Marguerite Duras (via dearestalec)
I saw the monster in you and loved you
despite it, in spite of it, because of
it. Your mouth is weaponry and I
kissed you with a soft tongue,
unarmored.
I didn’t wanna fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled, and, holy shit, I blew it
(via hopsam)
