When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.
–
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road (via thatkindofwoman)
-Me every time Ryan goes to work haha
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![cinoh:
Horace-Bénédict de Saussure’s cyanometer, an instrument that measures the blueness of the sky
[a study of blue]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln4praq2Ms1qac37io1_400.jpg)
