Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)
after every phone call,
after every time i see you,
no matter how much we laugh
why do i feel bothered, unsettled, and worse
with the way you say goodbye
i would call you my starry-eyed dreamer, but the stars are not confined to your eyes; they are floating in your voice and dancing on your skin and glittering in your hair, surrounding you with celestial warmth
you’re my home, and i’m homesick
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Carib Woman, 1818, Khalym Kari Burke-Thomas (via pedialite)
Kristina Costa, Elements: Love in Five Parts (via jaimelannister)
Your heart always knew how to make mine beat just a little bit faster
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huesofbeing | @wnq-writers (via wnq-writers)
asilewxyz (via wordsnquotes)
your eyes make me melt and your laugh builds me back up.
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