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Felicity + Oliver’s shoulder

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Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright

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I still remember the first time you fell asleep in my arms. You saved me from another night of nightmares and replaced them with dreams of a future together.

Joshua Greenaway (via wnq-writers)

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The way he looks at me. When we drink our cup of coffee in the morning. When we do our work in the afternoon. When we cook dinner in the evening. And when we make love before falling asleep. The sparkle in his eyes. The feeling of his hands touching me. And the way his words go right through my soul when he speaks. He. He makes me feel the most beautiful.

takejesusofthedashboard, in response to writing prompt: what makes you feel most beautiful (via celofrp)

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insp.

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You got all of me I belong to you Yeah you’re my e v e r y t h i n g

Happy Birthday @nessnessquik!

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And maybe I didn’t realize I was in love with you before because it is something as natural as breathing; you do it completely subconsciously but once you start thinking about it, you notice that you’ve been doing it all along.

// a poem of love j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

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‘Home…’, she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. 'It’s a funny word, isn’t it? Something so well known to anyone and still so utterly different in its subjective definition.’ 'What does it mean to you?’, I asked and her gaze wandered off into distance. She did not say a single word for several seconds and when she looked at me again, a frown was wrinkling her forehead. Her lips said 'I don’t know, what about you?’ but her eyes gave away what she did not want to speak out loud; that her home was on the road, at a different apartment each night, constantly under an ever changing sky. So how would I have been able to tell her that I, undeniably, undoubtedly, had found home in the wrinkles when she laughed and that colour when she blushed?

// excerpt from a book I’ll never write j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

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They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

William Golding, Lord of the Flies (via theliteraryjournals)

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My soul made love to your soul. Long before our bodies met.

Anita Krizzan (via thelovejournals)

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amy brookheimer/dan egan + tropes (3/?)

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I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

Christopher Poindexter (via wordsnquotes)

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Clintasha Aesthetic

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You’re my peace in this chaotic world.

M.I. (via wnq-writers)