Kissing can ruin lives. Lips touch sometimes teeth clash. New hunger is born with a throb and caution falls away. A cursed girl with lips still moist from her first kiss might feel
suddenly wild like a little monsoon. She might forget her curse just long enough to get careless and let it come true. She might kill everyone she loves.
Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times (via sadsapling)
(Source: 5000letters, via sadsapling)
Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.
Papaji (via tited)
(Source: tobiji, via blushingnymph)