Art and music and writing didn’t have to be slick, or that it didn’t have to be your best, all the time. It could be a little fuzzy, fragile, angry and self-righteous and selfish, it could be gentle and tender, simultaneously.
Yael Levy
I wish that my lips, leave upon your skin; the love that lies between our eyes.
Never try to trick me with a kiss.
Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
But Love, this love has not ended:
just as it never had a birth, it has
no death: it is like a long river,
only changing lands, and changing lips.
just as it never had a birth, it has
no death: it is like a long river,
only changing lands, and changing lips.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XCII (100 Love Sonnets)
Oh Neruda. :’)
