| — | David Mitchell, author of Cloud Atlas (via keremmermutlu) (via booklover) |
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tonight (or this morning, rather) would be a case of self-induced insomnia.
i totally agree though; i get more done, and it’s nice feeling like i have the whole house and the whole night to myself. like i’m the only one awake. like i’m the only one in on this huge secret of the universe.
This hits far too close to home.
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When people say that first kisses are worth the wait, they are absolutely right. & you can say i’m a living example. You see, i’m the type of person who never cared about boyfriends or first kisses. I always believed that it takes a special person to have it with. & this person is currently my boyfriend.
My first kiss was 5 months ago, with him. I wasn’t ready and was scared shitless about kissing him, because we were best friends prior to that and i felt nervous about being inexperienced. I came over one morning before school like usual, and took a nap in his bed beside him after a long 40-minute train ride. When i woke up, i caught him staring at me. ‘Sorry. You just look so peaceful and beautiful while you’re asleep’. I started blushing like crazy. He chuckled and started caressing my lips like he usually does. A comfortable silence fell between us, until he said ‘Um, this might be weird for you, but may i kiss you?’ I suddenly froze in my spot, and my whole body was stupefied. I managed to let out a quiet ‘Go ahead’ as he leaned in for a soft peck on the lips. His lips was so warm against mine, and i was suddenly on fire. When he
pulled away, he saw my expression and chuckled. ‘Sorry, you’re just so tempting that’s why. You’re so amazing.’A few days after that, we were back in his room again. We had a little innocent argument about him being too chicken to kiss me again. When the argument died down, he slowly held my face in his hands, and pulled me closer for a real kiss. Once again, i was stupefied and unable to react, but he smiled it off and said it was completely fine. When the time came to get ready for school, I stood up from his bed, but he held me by the hand, ‘Wait, please give me another chance.’and sat me back down. Sitting beside him, he quietly said ‘Just close your eyes and relax’ and enveloped his arms around me for another deep kiss. Ever single muscle in my body was suddenly having little fireworks of their own. I was in such great euphoria that i broke away from my frozen state and held his face with my hands, pulling him closer. It lasted for quite a while that we were late to school that day.
From that day forward, i was no longer scared or nervous to kiss him. In fact, we’ve been doing it nonstop since. I’m glad that i waited for my first kiss, and for the right person too. Having a magical, first kiss doesn’t only exist in fairytales after all.
| — | Marcus Aurelius (via thejoyofrain) (via booklover) |
| — | Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via bibliotheque) |
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. — Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, 2001
