"I wonder if your lips taste like fresh apricots, or golden honey, or pink bubblegum. It must be beautiful the way your back curves in bed and your fingers curl around a book and your eyebrows furrow with puzzlement. I imagine the way the sunlight greets your face with sleep still clinging to the corners of your forest eyes and how delicately your feet move when you are in the shower, and the beautiful strength that constantly beats within your fortified chest."
- Something he wrote for me that I will never forget (via gentlevoices)

(Source: slanting)

horchata (acoustic), vampire weekend

here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten

(Source: nothingmuchtosayiguess, via ally-enrile)

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