Fall in love with the sound of her voice, because that’s the first thing you’ll lose when she’s gone.
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.
My Hearth (via kvtes)
I could be drunk, nearing an inevitable unconsciousness –
where all of my senses begin to go numb,
and you would still make me feel everything.
I could be unsure about everything else,
except for the fact that I belong wherever you exist.
And even before my vision begins to blur,
you would still be the only one I choose to see.
And if I were granted the privilege of only holding onto
a single memory for my keepsake from this entire night,
it would be the moment your lips collide with mine
right before you flawlessly move over me,
and whisper that you love me as if it were
a secret you could never trust upon anyone else.
Be a lamp,
or a lifeboat,
or a ladder.
Help someone’s soul heal.
Rumi (via a-quiline)
Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you.
T. B. LaBerge, Unwritten Letters to You (via a-quiline)
faith, brother, not in the
Charles Bukowski (via masoeuretmoi)