"Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear.
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you."

I wish I came up with this; this is words left unsaid.

(via herroyalperfection)

the color of low self esteem

miguu:

what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

(via atouchofsmiles)

doodlecat:

Mubok~

He wants to give you a kiss.

(via gurgihavenofriends)

porque718:

exploites:

iT’S sO bEAUTIFUL IM SobBING

His facial expression is priceless

(Source: youjustyou, via staypozitive)

T_T

(Source: mynameiscatman, via televisonrulesthenation)

My life

(Source: sibelilium, via noonelikeyoumakesmefeel)

‘Sometimes.’

Then it gives up on itself and all the little hearts shrivel up and disintegrate.

It’s a scary thing.

(via atouchofsmiles)

bornagainfromtherhythm:

This shall be played at my wedding aka by me lol

(via noonelikeyoumakesmefeel)

#101 Why don’t viola players ever get laid?

musicjokes:

Because their D’s are always flat.

submitted by l-homme-au-piano