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Könyvei 10

Lang Leav: Love & Misadventure
Lang Leav: Sea of Strangers
Lang Leav: Lullabies
Lang Leav: The Universe of Us
Lang Leav: Memories
Lang Leav: Sad Girls
Lang Leav: Love Looks Pretty on You
Lang Leav: September Love
Lang Leav: Poemsia
Lang Leav: Others Were Emeralds

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Lang Leav: Love & Misadventure
Lang Leav: The Universe of Us
Lang Leav: Memories

Népszerű idézetek

agivagyok>!

You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.

I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.

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agivagyok>!

Start of spring;
heart in bloom;
our whisperings
in sunlit rooms.

Summer was felt
a little more;
in autumn I
began to fall.

When winter came
with all its white,
you were mine
to kiss good night.

thrillersandteacups>!

To Know Him

If you want to know his heart, pay close attention to what angers him.
If you want to know his mind, listen for the words that linger in his silence.
If you want to know his soul, look at where his eyes are when you catch him
smiling.

shreklover>!

Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.

Every Feeling

agivagyok>!

As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion–perhaps caused by a rogue planet crashing into Earth or some other major catastrophe. When nothing happened, I'd feel relieved and at the same time, a little disappointed.

I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

And I am relieved, so relieved–and a little disappointed.

thrillersandteacups>!

And/Or

I once wrote a book and called it And/Or. It was about choosing between
either, or having the option of both.

I’m not sure why I wrote it. Perhaps it had something to do with how I looked at
life. My lack of care. My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want
anything enough.

Then I met you and it changed me. For once in my life, there was something I
wanted. So much.

For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It
was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

agivagyok>!

When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is,
I just am
and we just are.

agivagyok>!

Her words

Love a girl who writes,
and live her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,
forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her–
the one she can’t discard.

Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after–
the hero of her book.

shreklover>!

They say that those who live by the ocean are waiting for something. Someone must have decided long ago to put me by the sea. To live each moment by the light of the stars.

By the Sea