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Writing a letter for my significant other and I want it to include some nice quotes, but don't know any. Could you help me out /lit/?

>> No.11865097
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11865097

>>11865092
Just b urself and speak from ur <3 fren

>> No.11865105

>>11865092
Just write what you feel. If your love is true, you'll have no issues.

>> No.11865109

When our eyes first met
Sparks you did beget
With fire and thunder
My first words did blunder
The smell of they hair
Dids'toth ignite a solar flair
In my cock

>> No.11865114

Roses are red
The chinese are yellow
I only love you
Because you look like a fellow

>> No.11865115

>>11865097
>>11865105
I'm writing the letter in my own words but I want it to end on a nice quote.
She included one in the letter she wrote me

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"

>> No.11865119

>>11865115
>his and mine are the same

sounds legit homo

>> No.11865133

"Bitch you so fine i bet you shit silk"

>> No.11865135

>>11865092
i used to write my gfs love letters and they were literal fucking insanity, ive read them in years since looking up my 'sent emails' and jesus christ

these girls all told me what i was saying was beautiful and important to them but it was literal gibberish, like random references to gardens, lucifer, a metaphysical substance that ran through all of creation, me and her merging in an absolute eternity of love, but then abandoning her to die in weird black ashen fieldds

it is complete fucking nonsense

>> No.11865139

>>11865133
"Please give bust em out and give me the milk"

>> No.11865149

>Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say, - Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves

>> No.11865155

>>11865135
Women don't care about content only context. One trick that often works are small surprise gifts that you leave for them to find. Stuff that "reminded you of them" work amazingly well, even if its cheap $1 dollar crap

>> No.11865157

>>11865149
OP if you don't use this, never return to /lit/

>> No.11865158

>>11865149
>into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.
From Moby Dick.

>> No.11865160

>>11865135
i once gave my gf a poem that compared my emotional state to being the victim of a sarin gas attack so i don't quite feel you but i feel you

>> No.11865339

>>11865092
>significant other
Why have heterosexuals started using this fucking term?

>> No.11865397

> I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her.

>> No.11865398

>>11865339
Some even say 'partner' and I can't help but have inner doubtface.jpg

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>>11865097

>> No.11865416

>>11865092


Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
-- Friedrich Neitzsche

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>>11865135
Don't be a retard and post one of them.

>> No.11865443

>>11865398
This is what my ex wanted to be before I completely cut her out of my life. “I’d be glad to be your partner but I know you don’t want that” Defnitely avoid beat around the bush terms.

>> No.11865486

>>11865416
"this quote was made up by some retard on twitter, nietzsche never said that"
-adolf hitler

>> No.11865580

>>11865135
Please share anon.

>> No.11865584

falling in love ended up being the worst most traumatizing experience of my life

>> No.11865721
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>A swarm of flies has a thousand eyes but I see more of you than they ever could.

-Anon

>> No.11865735

>>11865092
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Nothing turns women on like references to death and worms.

>> No.11865741

>>11865092
>>11865092
"Et c'est le feu qui nous sépare
Dans l'ombre où ton profil s'égare

Une minute sans respirer
Ton souffle en passant m'a brûlé"
P. Reverdy
(or just the last verse is also fine)

Nothing turns women on like French poetry

>> No.11865928

>>11865160
Unironically based and redpilled. I am proud of you, anon. It's something I would probably write/have written.