“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
imagine someone half asleep on ur chest and curled up in ur arms… and as u play with their hair they make satisfied sleepy noises and no one matters but the two of u
“It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.”
in Italy when we want to describe a caring, loving boy with a very good heart we use to say “è buono come il pane” which literally means “he’s as good as bread” and I think it’s beautiful.
“A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.”
