I see you in colors that don’t exist.
Paul Matsumoto (via fiebre)
andyouwhisperyouloveme:

By Giuseppe Citino

andyouwhisperyouloveme:

By Giuseppe Citino

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.
Karese Burrows, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)

I believe that
your soul

and
my soul

are
very

old friends.

Mandeq Ahmed, “Mates” (via mrsclarkkent)