yeshecholwa:

Macocha Gorge, Czech Republic

yeshecholwa:

Macocha Gorge, Czech Republic
"

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)

hahawhore:

friend: you dropped something

me: oh

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ghettoputa:

me as hell

ghettoputa:

me as hell

"We are not simply in the universe, we are part of it. We are born from it. One might even say we have been empowered by the universe to figure itself out — and we have only just begun."
Neil deGrasse Tyson (via misswallflower)
"My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me."
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)