my world is sweet like cinnamon
aseaofquotes:

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.


by Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via waydowntown)

(via doublehelixnucleotide)

So we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

Until We Bleed || Kleerup feat. Lykke Li

(Source: melancholiafactory, via refluent)

Wait for someone who keeps you sane, but also drives you crazy in all the right ways.
by (via serajulia)

(via whitebridges)

When you come to me, I want you there with your hands open. I want you brimming and full. Don’t give me half, I won’t take it. I don’t want to, I’m not even sure how. Don’t want with only half of yourself. Or feel with even less than that. When you come to me, be prepared to leap headfirst into it. It’s the only kind of love I’ll accept.
by Azra.T (via 5000letters)

(via doublehelixnucleotide)

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
by Dan Howell  (via tellmefive)

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lost-in-ecstasy:

nonpaura:

This has to be one of my favorite post on tumblr.

wow this is so clever

onwardwolf:

Watch. Listen.

Stephen Kenn // Process Creative // The Encounter Collection

Now listen to me. This life, know that it is precious. You’ve gotta grasp at every little whiff of it that passes by you. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be certain. Not now, and not in your unimaginable future. Don’t be surprised, no. Embrace the stiff winds, and the lonely heights. 



Remember your name. Never turn away from the bright course because it is hard. But above all, love. Scrape out the bottom of your soul and love for all your worth.



And when you find her, risk everything. Die a thousand deaths to get her. Don’t look back. When you grow older, older than I’ll ever be, blow on the embers of that first heroic choice. And you’ll be warmed, sustained. 



Someday you’ll have a son. Remember he is your greatest gift. Tell him these things. Make a man of him. Love him.




Don’t live to get money. Have a few things, but make them good things. Take care of them, learn how they work. There is beauty in the smell of good machines and old leather.



When you walk, alone, in the autumn. Down roads at night, with the trees tossing in the sunset, know that I would give everything to walk with you, and tell you their names. But I am there, in the light through the branches. And I am loving you where I see you.



I must go now.



All my love, forever and ever,


Dad.

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