- Frida Kahlo. (via desde-los-afectos)
i may not be able to draw pretty flowers
or write beautiful poems
but i can love you at 2am when no one else will
and maybe that makes it worth it
- Julio Cortázar
Settle down with me, cover me up cuddle me in. Lay down with me and hold me in your arms. And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet.
Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.
Settle down with me and I’ll be your safety, you’ll be my lady. I was made to keep your body warm, but I am the cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms. My heart’s against your chest, my lips against your neck, I am falling for your eyes but they dont know me yet. Yeah I’ve been feeling everything, from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. I guess that’s how I know you so I hold you close so I help you give it up.
I think he gets me, or at least he tries to get me like no one ever did before. And even if this is not true, he lets me be, and stays for better or worse. I don’t know, I don’t think I get him, but I guess I am really trying. Anyway, I let him be, and I am staying for better or worse."
There was no point to any of this. It was all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. But now there is a guy. And he gives us pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before the sun is up, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and he brings me Camel Straights and drives me on his own melt."
Come on skinny love just last the year"
My boyfriend is 6 feet 8in bitches. Yes, you can be jealous"