“Tie your heart at night to mine, Love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of Earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.”
— Pablo Neruda
“Come unto me all that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” ~Explore 09.01.2009 (by ken m photography)
ivvo:
Dedication from Leonard Woolf’s The Village in the Jungle.
I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.David Levithan & John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via bookmania)
“I may appear to be free
But I’m just a prisoner of your love
And I may seem all right and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
Just a front, hey
I play it off, but I’m dreaming of you”
— Macy Gray, I Try
the prisoner’s ward (by brookeshaden)
“To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too.” — Victoria Moran
Soul (by *Sakura*)
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear lastDylan Thomas (via lifebybronwyn)
I may without fail, Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
“Love is the easiest thing there is. It’s the layers of doubt, fear, and expectation that make it complicated.” — Luanne Rice
Colorful facade (by Marite2007)
You are the silence between the notes. The white space between the letters. The missing that makes everything else, a somethingI Wrote This for You, The Space Between (via malihasmuse)
My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.Edmond Rostand, Cyrano De Bergerac (via serialstranger)
