you smell like love

"what are you? A chaos"

[neverbreakheart]

[asensualgurl]

Life itself is nothing more than the blink of an eye....

[wistful-giselle]

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough. 

[foxeia]

Hanna Schonberg

[perfeqt]

“I love the way you light up when you talk about what you love.”

— Unknown

[polemostasis]

[kristiineozola]

[funeralofhell]

[dakota-zen-deactivated20250519]

Te quiero hoy y te quiero ahora

y aunque mañana tenga pensado quererte también

no voy a hablarte de sueños

sino a cumplirlos contigo.

Mónica Gae 

[vintage-tigre]

[saint-among-sinners-deactivated]

Can I skip to the part where I’m renovating a cottage with the love of my life?

[perfeqt]

“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them”

— Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

[twisted-w0rds-deactivated202411]

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from "Evidence", Devotions

[wildspringday]

via aolanow

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke featured in Letters: Summer 1926

[redrola]

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