March 2012
19 posts
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via thenocturnals)
February 2012
67 posts
“and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love—
do you think there is...”
– The Sun, Mary Oliver. (via clavicola)
To My Future Wife:
tomyfuturespouse:
There are two types of waiting: Nervous, emotionally draining discontent AND peaceful, grateful rest. I prefer the latter. To see the waiting as a gift. Like wine, tasting better with time.
To My Future Wife:
tomyfuturespouse:
I see the notes commanding me to rush along so that we can be together. But that’s not how it should be. Live your life, love your life, and when the time is right, I’ll appear before you…and you’ll know it’s me.
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via stuckin-labyrinth)
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via munstersandghosts)
“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)
