She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones
She kisses like a sweet devouring, and I don’t know where to touch her because I want all of her.
John Green
Separate beating hearts
Your chest breathing in the night
Makes me remember we’re alive
Your mind seduces me
I ache to explore the darkest corners
Your hidden secrets
Let me listen to the words you swallow
Because the light that shines behind your glimmering eyes
Makes this all feel so fragile
Since I’ve met you
My thoughts cannot move an inch
Without bumping into some piece of you
I cannot stop myself
From constantly falling into you
To Someone I Adore by coyotegold
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
Oscar Wilde (via erraticintrovert)

(Source: seabois)