my pressure on your hips, sinking my fingertips, every inch of you because i know that’s what you want me to do.
just take a trip far away, when no one really cares about those things, and expose yourself to the pleasures and pain of this life. you can let down your guard tonight.
“everything will go my way… this could be my lucky day.”
“it’s the oldest story in the world. one day you’re 17 and planning for someday. and then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today.” — nathan scott
você tem esse jeito que me derrete, que me faz ter vontade de te acordar com vários beijos, de ouvir sobre o seu dia, de cuidar de você quando ficar doente, de te abraçar por trás quando estiver trabalhando ou distraído, de te deitar no meu colo, te morder, te provocar. esse jeito que me faz rir do nada quando estou sozinha e lembro de alguma coisa que você disse - uma piada, um elogio ou um “fica comigo pra sempre” que você talvez nem lembre mais (blame it on the alcohol), mas que me fez responder um “fico” baixinho.
“as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.”
“honestly, if you’re not willing to sound stupid, you don’t deserve to be in love.”
“i couldn’t sleep last night. i laid awake and wished you were here.”
“i was thinking how i keep waiting for life to get easier. you know, lower stakes, less risk, more reward — easier. and i was thinking that maybe… it doesn’t. life is complex. there’s nothing simple or easy about it. so i can stop waiting and i can just… live.” — private practice
“the scary thing was that i was becoming aware that very few people were doing what they wanted to be doing; they just got caught up in whatever they were doing long enough that it became who they were.” — david rosen
my pressure on your hips, sinking my fingertips, every inch of you because i know that’s what you want me to do.
“e você não sabe quantos sorrisos eu já dei só de pensar em você.”