February 2012
47 posts
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.
– R.D. Larson (via thenocturnals)
no one: will you be my valentine
… Who could refrain
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage...
– William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via hateshiploveship)
I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly...
– Vincent van Gogh (via mysticsoul)
Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via thenocturnals)
You pray for love because love’s the only thing you’ve never had.
– Jamie’s Elsewhere (via aneuromess)
January 2012
105 posts