Ma le stelle quante sono.
Finally have a derp of my own Walter
Quando ci incontrammo pensai “lui mi incasinerà la vita”. E invece me l'hai messa in ordine.
Ilmareditroppo | Joy Musaj (via ilmareditroppo)
Tu sei intelligente, per questo t'incazzi. Perché osservi il mondo e capisci che non è così che lo vorresti
Prof di filosofia (via generati-0-n)
«Sei così bello che mi piacerebbe fare l'amore con te davanti a tutti, in mezzo alla piazza della stazione…».
Georges Simenon, La camera azzurra (via luomocheleggevalibri)
People say the beginning of spring is the season of love, but I think that’s completely false. Each season is a season of love, but all of them blossom in different ways.
In summer, love is hot,
Much like the air it’s existing in.
It consists of walks to ice cream shops,
Laying in the grass together,
Dips in chilled waters,
And star gazing on clear nights.In autumn, love is as crisp
As the leaves you two step on together.
It consists of coffee or tea breaks,
Sweater cuddles,
Pumpkin scented and flavored everything,
And admiring the changing trees together.In winter, love isn’t cold
But instead it’s close and deeply passionate.
It’s made of snuggles to keep warm,
Fiery, passionate kisses,
TV show marathons inside,
Blanket forts, snowmen, and snowball fights.In spring love is soft,
Like the flower blossoms your lover is enamored by.
It’s made of dancing in the rain,
Bouquets of meaningful flowers,
Light kisses and fluttering hearts.
Morge (The Horror of Being Real)
This is literally what happy dreams are made of
Dream
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