We lie together. Smiling and holding on to each other and the night and the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss, speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers, more than words will allows us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.
A Little Million Pieces, James Frey. (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
pieces of me
the world...through my eyes
my life in pictures
a few of my favorite things
being fluid and insane
with so much love
loving LIFE!
Admitting you were wrong and realising it was you that caused alot of things. Takes alot more courage than blaming everything else for your problems
following brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.
my life in pictures
a few of my favorite things
being fluid and insane
with so much love
loving LIFE!
Admitting you were wrong and realising it was you that caused alot of things. Takes alot more courage than blaming everything else for your problems
following brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.