I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via man-of-prose)

(via sad-sorry)

Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.

Marwa Rakha (The Poison Tree)

(Source: psych-facts, via sad-sorry)

I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least.

— Annie Clark (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: sufjand, via liladymountain)

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

"We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds."
bobcronkphotography:

The Wishing Tree - People are encouraged to post their wishes on this tree in NE Portland.  Pen and wishing tags are provided.
WiFi:   connected
Me:   then fucking act like it
archangel223:

That’ll be 10 groot please. 
boycott-love:

Omg
ewok-gia:

piebald doe