I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...– Ernest Hemingway (via theoldludwigvan)
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...– Pablo Neruda (via avdunstar)
you are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I...– Sierra DeMulder, “Unrequited Love Poem”
amelie-jolie: What a wicked game you played to...
Only if I move my arm a certain way, it comes back. Or the way the light bends...– To Hear the Falling World by Jane Hirshfield (via pauses-and-silences)