It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart Lovelace, “Betsy-Tacy and Tib” (via akribisch)
Girls are hard to satisfy?“
A flower?
A note?
A cute caption on a picture?
A car ride?
A surprise?
Ice cream?
Literally, anything.
Source: therelatabletexts
“I don’t want a relationship,” I whispered.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you to tell me things. I want to hear about you and your family and your problems with your dad. I want to be the one you go to first when something exciting happens. I want to hang out with you while we talk about nothing and watch old movies. I want to tease you about your obsession with blues music. I want to make out with you in your basement and laugh when we almost get caught by your mom. I want everything a relationship is without having the pressure of making it official. I just want you.”
Thoughts about you part 4 (via becarefulitsmyheart)
Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.
Paul Gauguin in Essais d’Art Libre, January 1894 (via proleutimpressionists)