l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

anyone willing to trade their nintendo 64 for my first-born child?

(Source: dont-let-them-breakyou, via blowyourownjob)

I wrote you a song Mississippi Isabel, I even sent you flowers when you felt ill. You’ve the strength of the Greeks. You are god’s masterpiece. You are every triumph, every victory: I believe in every breath you breathe and I always imagined you’d be by my side; whether I’m hiding in the city or tearing through the wild. You’re only an older noose on my throat. If your beauty is a fortress then my love will be the boat. Oh, fall in love with her. Fall in love with you, I must.

I’ll consume every part of you to indulge my love lust.

Never let a woman go even when you know she can always be replaced. She can’t always be replaced. Lust only grows like anger or revenge and beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end.

Whether a flower in my hand or a gun in my hand, I’d give it all up for your hand in my hand.
For the sun on my skin as the morning begins, I’d die in the dark just to feel your skin on my skin.

Your soul.
Your love.
Your blood.
Treasure every beating heart that sets your soul on fire.
Love will set your soul on fire.