Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads
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“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”

Woori (via honeysighs)

blisssfully-stoned:

ahh genius!