Brittany. A girl. With a blog involving:
Movies, headlines, adventures, poems, pictures, desires, dogs, moments.
Anything goes.
"This place was made on you."

 

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.

Tom Clancy (via observando)

Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it. If we would, we should have heaven on earth the very next day.

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(via pianoxamerica)

I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me.

Charles BukowskiRaw With Love (via fackawf)

(Source: joshuafoster)

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home.

Warsan Shire (via durianseeds)

(Source: durianquotes)

You’re too scared to ride off into the sunset, because real sunsets might be beautiful but they turn into dark, uncertain nights.

The Brothers Bloom

Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.

Matthew Healy

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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W. B. Yeats (via larmoyante)

I am ready.

And I will wait patiently for you to be, too.