Monday, January 7, 2013
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
Thursday, July 26, 2012
I wish that my lips, leave upon your skin; the love that lies between our eyes.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Never try to trick me with a kiss. Sylvia Plath  (via seabois)
Sunday, April 15, 2012
I have fallen so dangerously in love.

I have fallen so dangerously in love.

Friday, April 6, 2012
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.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XCII (100 Love Sonnets)

Oh Neruda. :’)