Quiero Que Sientas Mi Corazón Arder Por Ti.

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I have two moods: Nothing matters, and everything matters too much.

Volcano Rabbit Romerolagus diazi Sources: 1, 2, 3

“Cualquier cosa de la que puedas estar orgulloso acabará en el cubo de la basura”

— Chuck Palahniuk

“Estos retratos son mi corazón. Y si mi corazón fuera un lienzo, cada centímetro cuadrado sería un dibujo tuyo.”

— “Lady Midnight. Cazadores de sombras: Renacimiento” de Cassandra Clare (via miscitasliterarias)

Cuando escucho tus suspiros me pregunto cuántos de ellos sí son dedicados a mi.

Cuando te veo sonreír me pregunto: ¿Cuanto tiempo de lo que ríes, es causado por mi?

-Darí

Hay que abrir los ojos del alma y desatarlo de definiciones banales, que nos llevan a pensar que es un sentimiento de una sola forma y que va en una sola dirección porque yo lo he visto desde el sur, y también lo he sentido en el vaivén de las olas. Yo lo he notado en la mirada de agradecimiento de alguien y en las lágrimas de quien echa de menos. He encontrado el amor en distintas maneras y sé que aún me faltan muchísimas más por descubrir.

M. Sierra VIllanueva

Si haces algo por una persona y te dice “yo no te lo pedí", mi amigo/a déjele ir porque ahí no es y nunca será.

Nana

LAZY SUNDAYS WOTH HARRY PLS

He used to be the type to wake up early during the weekends so he could get everything done by the late afternoon and have an evening with a couple of his mates, but things changed when he met you.

He became the type to wake up later than usual (still managing to be wide awake before you roused from your much needed sleep) and hold you close to his lanky frame. An arm wrapped around your upper body as he lay beside you, his hot breath hitting your cheek and though he once swore he admired being the little spoon, he loved being the big spoon with you.

There was just something about having the ability to keep you within arms reach, body entangled in yours. To keep you near and think about how lucky he was. How lucky he was that you hadn’t done a runner once he asked you to be his (or at first glance) because as sappy as he sounds, he hasn’t felt love like this before and he can’t believe he’s managed to snag you - at least that’s what his mother says.

“G'morning,” Harry pronounces with a rough sleep drawl, although he’s been awake for twenty minutes now. He scratches his shirt clad chest with his index finger and uses his head to gesture to the plate on the table. “Made you breakfast.”

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