birdandmoon:

Dating isn’t easy, no matter who you are. This is a great Attenborough clip about wasps and orchids.

How do you stop feeling things so intensely?
How do you stop loving?
How do you detach?

“You see,
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
maybe
someway
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
right now,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings songs
that your lips don’t even know the words to,
until your heartbeat sounds like my last name
and you smile like the pacific ocean.
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.”
— Rudy Francisco, Love Poem (via larmoyante)
“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”
— Andrea Gibson, Slip Your Mind (via larmoyante)
“Loneliness is not being alone; it’s loving others to no avail.”
— John Berendt (via psych-facts)
“If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.”
— Pablo Neruda (via surbeat)

(via danatheexplaina)

spaghettiseven:

flies to 3 different countries in 3 mins
spaghettiseven:

flies to 3 different countries in 3 mins

spaghettiseven:

flies to 3 different countries in 3 mins

(via tastefullyoffensive)

aneleh:

Emil Nolde

“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
George Orwell, 1984

(via joyfrequencies)

in-him-i-endure:

|| bibliophilia ||

Blind date with a book? Yes please. #whoneedsaguyanyway

Instagram: @inhimiendure

(via langleav)

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

— Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them.  (via honeyswoon)

(via nettle-wine)