Love is... #17
poetluckerate: Love is an oscillating lawn sprinkler you may have to periodically adjust your positioning maybe adjust the pressure just a bit yet sooner or later most everything gets sprinkled
…the wind is in the trees, But they are silent; still they roll along...– A Night Piece by Williams Wordsworth (via olivermatich)
The whispers you breathe spin through the air between us and dance in my ears.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
shoutfortheday: There is only one word my heart seems to beat I say in my sleep I smile as I greet There is only one word my lips long to sing my hands want to bring my ears sing to ring There is only you.
thethingsiwriteonhere: Maybe I should just cave in And let the brittle symphony in Through it, at least perfection reigns And everything my body craves The touch of fire The itch of sin The fingers you So lovingly bring. And I, an easel Writhe underneath Each stroke of colour You shall unsheathe.
vivere mori: Thoughts About You →
viveremori: I do not know how long this will last, How far will you say these things? All I’m really aware is the fact that: You are okay with me being me. I was lost in a cocoon of assumptions, Unsure of the way out; to unravel me Would be such an easy feat, when it Comes right down to the ending scene. …
Crush I had to sit in the middle row of chemistry class in junior high so I could copy the formula written on the board. But then you would also move your chair next to my seat. So instead of listening to what the teacher would be talking, all my attention would be redirected. I didn’t mind failing chemistry because spending 60 minutes with you was like bliss of eternity. Wishing we were...
toutpourlamour: If you dissect a bird To diagram the tongue You’ll cut the chord Articulating song. If you flay a beast To marvel at the mane You’ll wreck the rest From which the fur began. If you pluck out the heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love. — Sylvia Plath, Admonition
Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When...– Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via talkativolive)
forgetlings: He dreams her heart through his, and ties a stopper to keep her from slipping away.
apocalypsepoet: i want to taste more than your words upon my tongue like a snowflake you’re perfectly unique one in a sea falling from the clouded skies of my life that has graced me with your presence leaving me chilled in awe and wonder
tylerknott: Remember the time when the covers on our bed were the only shield and armor we needed against the terrifying everything that surrounded us? -Tyler Knott Gregson-