She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
—Sing You Home (Jodi Picoult)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via itscherryamber)
"Recently I saw myself in “Manhattan” by Woody Allen. And I remembered how ugly I felt at that time. I thought my nose was too long and I too fat. Now I think: "She was so beautiful!"
Earlier I looked at fashion magazines and thought, I want to be as thin as these models. And then I realized that this will never happen. At some point you realize that you have to be yourself.”
(Source: mrsmerylstreep, via voodoofingers)