Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends. - Hafiz (via shaktilover)

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it was hot today, like every day this month that wasn’t a storm. we drove up to the black sea in the afternoon and swam, after we ate cheeseburgers we smoked 2 joints in a makeshift camping site. it was cool and dark, we drank iced tea and went into the sea. the sea was black and it was as refreshing as i’ve felt.

the cheese on the burger was a turkish version of a kraft single, it was bright orange but twice as saturated. the patty was grilled but pre-made and reminded me of what we ate at our cousins cottage outside of peterborough, ontario as kids.

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You are not allowed to be a coward and be in love; you have to choose one. - (via xdopedupphoenix)

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I want to love you, love you until it hurts; until my heart can’t handle it, and my bones seem to ache. I want to kiss you, hold you, dance with you. I want to know how your soul reacts to a sunrise or a sunset. I want to be able to guess your first thoughts, and I want to cherish your mind like it’s the most beautiful place on earth. I want to laugh with you, cry with you, and to be with you.

You are magic to me; setting me on fire but never burning me, destroying me and yet never hurting me.

I love you; and I don’t know how to say it.

- T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

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