Concept: We’re sitting by the fireplace on a cold winter night with our legs tangled together, and I can’t tell if the warmth I feel is coming from the fire or from you.
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I have never felt the touch of falling snow, she said, but like love, I know it exists.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Victor Hugo
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You remind me of foggy, warm mornings in a winter day. And your love blinds me just the same.
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
Terri Guillemets (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning, but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (via naturaekos)
I really can’t wait for winter because then I can start wearing the other 97% of my clothes
Concept: we’re wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and our cheeks are red from the cold. We get caught under the mistletoe and smile like little kids before kissing. Your lips taste like peppermint and home.