The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination. - Albert Einstein

I was thinking of you and had a daydream. We had a picnic in a meadow somewhere near a small stream. I fed you blackberries till your lips were stained, and then we kissed till my lips were stained too. Then I held you close and we were more intertwined than being side by side, and then I stroked my fingertips over your eyelids and lips. Oh, your eyes make me swoon.
— A text message that I received from a dreamy boy the other night (via mostlyfiction)

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meliad:

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Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.

Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)

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