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"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."

- Brian Andreas, Story People (via xhromosomes)

(Source: hellanne, via xoxohromosomes)