I smile from her memory where everything else is a blur
Every time I’d look at her my heart would begin to stir
She’s the one that gave my first sense of true bliss
I will not forget that feeling from that very first kiss
She would always dress her best
As if she needed to impress
The one who already saw past her flaws
Whose beauty only deserved applause
I cannot forget, she was sweet as a dove
And I feel her watching me from above
Although it may have been quite a while
I will never ever forget that smile

(With the help of iRonnie!)

theperksofbeingkim:

booksactually:

“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.” - The Little Prince

I still need to read this! 

I would get this.

mochacafe:

via ohsopictures

I want this.