[oldwinesoul]

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

[thoughtkick]

“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”

— Iain Thomas

[bnmxfld]

“Even though we never said it to each other, we knew.”

— Unknown

[luciochaves]

Calum Scott, James Bay - Biblical (Acoustic)

[soracities]

As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)

[goldcoasthoney]

[birdcagewalk]

[feral-ballad]

If I’m entirely honest, and you say I must be, I want to stay with you all afternoon evening, night and tomorrow pressed into you so tightly that we don’t know whose belly made what sound, whose heart it is that is thumping like that until I don’t know if the sweat on my chest is yours or mine or ours.

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “body”

[feral-ballad]

Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”

[Text ID: “I don’t need time to know / what you are like: we knew / each other like lightning.”]

[mystrangeforeignblog]

Baron Magazine

[thehopefulquotes]

I’m thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.

Susane Colasanti (via thehopefulquotes)

[bnmxfld]

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket / The Beatrice Letters (via bnmxfld)

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

Morning rituals, The cherished cup of joe

[newsprezzatura]

New Sprezzatura

[omar-little]

when richard siken said “and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

“Home was never a matter of ‘where’, but of ‘when’. Homes are made of fond memories, not building materials. Where ever you end up, it’s up to you to make that home. Go make a good one. The home you had here will always be with you.”

— Dad, 2016 (via thepictorialist)

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre