l’amour innocent treasurebelle on We Heart It.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
You won’t find faith or hope down a telescope
You won’t find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything down to chemicals
But you can’t explain a love like ours
Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk
Shakespeare (via ceci-nest-pas-une-moustache)