When and how never really matters

So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

[poems-and-word]

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

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[jhasablogagain-blog]

[fluffytherapy]

[2fleur]

[lunahudson]

[love-personal]

[scrisori-de-sertar]

[inferior]

Alexey Lickutov

[goodreadss]

[seducedbythewise]

He told me not to smile and I told him as long as he existed that would be impossible.

[inferior]

Self Portrait By Britta 

[fraile-blog]

[seducedbythewise]

The moments we’ve lived, now only memories; fragments of our past and as I reflect it is as if I were another; unable to relive it, I savor the familiarity of the life once lived.

Z.

[seducedbythewise]

[timbllr]

[adrenaline]

[tealcheesecake]