The way they look at you, the way they talk about you. Your pedestal so high above my head I couldn’t even climb. Carved like

I have been thinking about you. Who are you?


I touch with my hands the tip of your soul, I am here in front of you without saying a word; just the sound of this

if you miss me, tell me, or else i’ll think you don’t.

the art of Loving Love is not uncompromising it is not just passion and desire. goes beyond the skin and it is in the

i just wanted you to call my name and lead me home, but instead i’m screaming your name into the darkness of my heart.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

the pain you cause piles up like your dirty laundry, you could only hide it away for so long before i found it all.

Imagine being loved the way you love. 

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

Whatever is going on, it's okay. It's okay if you're confused, if you're hurt, if you don't even know who you are and

im so in love. i hope it wont become a problem.

Amore, ako si bog ljubavi, zašto si uništio našu romansu? ? Amor, if you are the god of love, why did you destroy our romance?...

One Day (2011)