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I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

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—	That’s what I really wish and want … <3 *(shared by : Shana Abé* (via anditslove))

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

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—	Hermann Hesse (via anditslove)

Awesome love poetry

archivedshit:

Said so brilliantly.

winters-ghost:

she kept jars of my love,
tiny medicinal doses of affection
with warning labels—

( may cause:

nausea

anxiety

paranoia

depression

loneliness

shivers

sleeplessness )

—she punctured the seals
with hypodermic needles
and siphoned thirty millilitres
into her bloodstream

the high was worth the risk,
she told me.

but she was desperate
and addicted.