figlip:

“you up? you ever think about how
         english maybe isn’t our first language?
                   the way I’m sitting right now is my
                             first language. the way I bring my
                   hand to your jawline is my first language. the
         way I become movement inside
your hands is my first language.”

-Rachelle Toarmino

memoryslandscape:

“You came into my life — not as one comes to visit … but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Nabokov, Letters to Véra, ed. and transl. Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014)

fridayiminlovemp3:

liriostigre:

Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Vast Night.” The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

dkafterdark:

Less by Andrew Sean Greer

personsonable:

*tells you the name of god* *you forget* *tells you again* *you forget again* *tells you as many times as many times as you need to hear it* *i will tell you everything you need to hear as many times as you need to hear it* *i will love you for as long as you need to be loved*

khuq:

To feel safe around someone’s energy is a different kind of intimacy.

affectionatesuggestion:

I could go on and on about you