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I wanna fall in love with a dork. A dork that I can have random squirt gun fights with, someone I can watch movies with then throw a grape at their face and have them pretend to get angry and tackle me. I want to both go to the grocery store and sit in the cart while we push each other around, or throw things in it and pretend it’s a basketball hoop. I want to fall in love with someone that I can have fun with not for a day, but for my entire life. I want someone I can stumble through life with, while laughing the whole time.

“She is I think beautiful, elegant, graceful, silly, fashionable and strange.”

— John Keats on Fanny Brawne, 1818

I cherish small intimacies. A head resting against a shoulder, lips brushing against a nose, a kiss on the neck, a hand reaching out for my own

Eyes Wide Shut (1999) dir. Stanley Kubrick

“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries” (via blossomfully)

“I hear you had plans for kissing me goodbye publicly. Answer this - why didn’t you?”

— Ginevra King in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1915

Cinderella | dariachebanov

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