I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.
Brian Andreas, Story People  (via hellanne)

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libertybeforedeath:

Once you get a taste of sleeping next to someone, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks.


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Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.
William Chapman  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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Would the five of us always live within a few minutes of that booth? No, that’s life, kids, but here’s what I discovered. Our booth was wherever the five of us were together.

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