Just breathe

I’m so full of you that there are parts of me that can only respond to your touch. My hair, my mouth, my throat: they’re all anxious for you. They’re all waiting. Anyone else feels like they don’t belong. But you, you’ve got me all wired up, nerves twisted into knots, hands fucking shaking before they’ve even touched. You feel like home even though you’re not. That’s the most terrifying part of it all. You’re not, but the rest of me is convinced that you are.
Azra.T “Homeostasis” (via 5000letters)
I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can’t love and do nothing.
Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (via bestreadamerican)

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Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
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And I never did anything before I met you.

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Here’s my number. Promise you’ll call?

I swear.

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