“True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”
— Kiera Cass (via coral)
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I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.
J.K. Rowling
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
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You kiss me and I melt into your lips, your arms, pressing myself against your body as close as I can. And it is never close enough. You make me ache in every conceivable way, both with your presence and your absence. With you, I feel a warmth inside of me that I’ve never known was missing. So tell me, is this love?
When I met you I was hesitant. And that initial hesitancy was the first and last bit of wisdom to visit me in our time together. Because rather than listening to the voice of doubt, I’ve let go of my inhibitions with you. We are waves crashing into one another, pulled apart, then inexorably pushed together once again. You make my heart pound to the point where I feel it’s thrumming throughout my entire body. You are my high. My drug. And I am terrified. Because I am slipping. I am falling into a web of emotions as you pull my moods from one end of the spectrum to the other without ever realizing. You have so much more power than you know. And you say you’d never hurt me…but please don’t make promises you can’t keep. Because you will hurt me without ever knowing. My heart is constantly scored with a million little papercuts and yours are being added to the tally. I just ask that you don’t cut too deeply.
