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troubled:

“Tillsammans”, by Laura Gommans

troubled:

“Tillsammans”, by Laura Gommans

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In this world
love has no color

yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.
Izumi Shikibu (via auroses)

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Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
Pablo Neruda (via fernsandmoss) | Permalink
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e. e. cummings, “i carry your heart with me” (via siderainfinitus) | Permalink
cigrette:

by E.E Cummings

cigrette:

by E.E Cummings

(via fleurishes)

Screw poetry, it’s you I want,
your taste, rain
on you, mouth on your skin.
Excerpt from “Late Night,” Margaret Atwood (via clavicola)

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(by Lisa Smit)

(by Lisa Smit)

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