gemla

koko-poetry:

i remind myself

each morning

my love for you

is buried

where my

peonies grow,

and when the winter

makes them wilt

is when i’ll

let you go.

but still,

i wish winter

away,

and water

the peonies

throughout

the day.

koko.poetry

andrumedus:

“I would never tie you down, not even with garlands of roses. I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t come from your own impulse, like water from the springs.”

— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XLVI”

oldwinesoul:

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

4s1na:

“my darling,
you will never be unloved by me
you are too well tangled in my soul”

— Atticus

theoptia:

Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters to Sartre; September 7th, 1939

Text ID: I’m not thinking about the day when I’ll see you again, […] I don’t need to see you — I’m not separated from you, I’m still in the same world as you. […] I love you. You haven’t left me

(via candybisous)

stlowens:

ALT

Mary Oliver, from “Moments.” [ID in alt text]

weltenwellen:

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

djklmnx:

(via cafe-muse)