You can only be jealous when you think what they got is better than what you have. The truth is no one else has what you got.

She’s not beautiful, understanding, and educated as you. But… I just can’t seem to get rid of her image from my mind. I dream about her at night and would want to see her once I wake up. I love it when she calls me ‘Fourth Prince.’ I love it when she gets unreasonable. She always ends up getting her way. Why I would fall in love with such an uncontrollable Yang Xue Wu and torture myself? I don’t know why. All I know is I’m head over heels for her. She’s the only one in my heart.

—Lan Ling Wang to Zheng Er (Prince of Lan Ling)

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I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.

—The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

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