Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
— (via bl-ossomed)
She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
— Forever by Maggie Stiefvater (via introv-erted)