Roll across the bed and don’t stop until your skin finds its way to mine.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I like it best when no one comes, preferring fallen leaves and swirling flowers...– Ikkyu Translated by John Stevens (via la-brancaro)
thesensualstarfish: . Those were not kisses But poems that I whispered Into your open mouth . Those were not wings But feathers from pillow fights On Sunday mornings . Those were not two heartbeats But really just one With a momentary separation . My Beloved I speak of what was not But now let us move on to what is . How many lifetimes Have we loved like This . And how...
My dear, I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself...– Albert Camus (via oscillating-wildly)