We Can Go On A Ride On My Grandfathers Pickup Truck And Kiss This Town Goodbye. You Will Shout To The

We can go on a ride on my grandfather’s pickup truck and kiss this town goodbye. You will shout to the songs playing on the radio as I take a drag on my cigarette. Then you will tell me the little dreams you had when you were six, and I will laugh along with you when you are done. I will tell you stories about forgotten places in my heart and the people I left behind, and you will listen with your head on my shoulder as you hold my hand. It does not matter where we go, you will say. As long as we are like this together.

Lukas W. // Like this together (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

Je serai poète et toi poésie

I’ll be a poet, and you’ll be poetry

François Coppée

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j'essaye ardemment de trouver un mot qui décrirait quelque chose de plus vaste que le firmament et plus profond que le creux de tous les océans et plus béant que tous les trous noirs de l'univers. peut-être qu'avec ce mot, je serais enfin capable de décrire combien je t'aime.

O.D. (via nnnostalgiaa)

& maybe the leaves are here to tell us that that your true colors show before you fall, that every good night can be explained in a single sigh if your hands are tying knots in the same eyelashes that kissed the sunrise, I’m tired of seeing my heart in picture frames & hearing my laughter mold this memory into a retractable embrace - I’ve been sad for far too long; I don’t want to drown inside of myself today

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And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe; Alone (via sunsetquotes)