madelinescatharsis:

you’re what nostalgia tastes like. you’re what the angels sing of, your footsteps are what the trees sway to. you’re da vinci’s muse and you’re the smell of the earth after the first rains. you’re my first thought when i read a love poem and you haunt my dreams long after i’m awake. you’re the grace of a dancer and the freedom in a nightingale’s song. you lay in every stroke of an artist’s brush and the wistfulness of a rainy day. baby, you’re what my prayers are made of and every shooting star whispers your name across the midnight sky. darling, i’m so intoxicated by you.

// letters i never sent to you //

the-gentleman-who-wants-to-fuck:

paper-mario-wiki:

delmondo:

this reads like a @the-gentleman-who-wants-to-fuck post.

You will find there are many differences

For Example

I do not purchase my suits from Toys R Us

It is a shame that you have thought this

ranchbanch:

syntacked:

“I told the stars about you.”

— Unknown (via syntacked)