We want so much, When perhaps we live best In the spaces between loves, That unconscious roving, The heart its own rough animal. Unfettered.
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. Once we can be...– bell hooks
First, you need to relax. I know it’s not as warm as it once was but you...– I Wrote This For You
And may your bones sing, no longer with pain, but with roses.
I dreamt once that I lost you. We were on icebergs. And I can’t remember if you...– Felicity (via 52hearts)