November 2011
12 posts
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
—Pablo Neruda (via atomos)
“Be a river with me. Be the storm, a bend in the path, the front porch, the heat in the south. Be a boot full of banjo strings, a fist full of written songs, a mouthful of chocolate dust.”
—Anis Mojgani
