- Franz Kafka in his letters to Milena Jesenská (via quotable-notable)
- maybe in another lifetime, she could keep him (m.b)
It’s 11pm and all I wish is that you will show up at my front door and make your way into my bed so I don’t have to sleep alone.
It’s 12am and I know you will not show up at my doorstep, but I still wish to fall asleep on your chest, listening to your heart beat synchronized with my own.
It’s 1am and all I want is to sleep, but I still feel your fingers laced between my own and yearn for your hands in my own and the feelings that your touch allows.
It’s 2 am and all I want is your lips on mine. I can still feel where they were, without them, mine feel naked.
It’s 3 am and all I wish is to hear your voice, listen to you say anything and everything, listen to you tell me ‘I love you.’
It’s 4am and all I want is to fall into a deep sleep and meet you in my dreams.
It’s 5am and I’m lonely.
It’s 6am and all I want is to hear from you, letting me know that another sleepless night has passed as you wanted me the same way I have wanted you.
It’s 7am and I have to face another day, tired, waiting, missing, loving you.
It’s 8am and now I can only hope that I have entered your mind as many times as you have entered mine."
- Another Sleepless Night by Sarah (via sarahandkaedyn)
Write about the One
who makes the skies
Write about the One
every storm in your heart.
Write about the One
who holds you closely
whatever the time,
any big or little thing,
even your every breath.
- Pam Carbungco, Even in a storm (via godsradicaldaughter)
I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
- Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories (via wordsnquotes)
I just want the love that I learned about when I whispered to the roses and watched them blush while they shook their petals and spoke about the kind of people who would pluck them - because goddamn imagine the love in us weak-fingered starlovers who let ourselves bleed on beach thorns just so we can hand over a slightly wilted bloom to the person we adore
imagine a love like that, i said to him. imagine a love like the kind i’m always writing about, always finding in the pages of books, always seeing in the way city streets love nature enough they force flowers through every crack they can. imagine a love like how the night sky loves the snow so much that up in the arctic it always dances, imagine a love like how bumble bees love flowers and their queens, imagine a love that other people will think looks like poetry. imagine a love like that.
i heard of a man who met a girl and from that day on was writing her letters because he knew from that moment she would one day be his everything and he sometimes wrote only a sentence sometimes a hundred can you just imagine the kind of force that guides a pen through all that writing can you imagine the kind of love soaking into that paper i mean can you imagine the quick ones that just say “it’s june third and i love you” and the long ones that wax lyrical on the soft arch of her eyebrows can you imagine the torn notebook sheets with doodles in the margins where he penned her sonnets during math can you imagine the starbucks receipts where the back just says “today i am running on coffee because i love talking to you more than i love sleep” can you imagine him taping pictures and ribbons and pieces of grass as little reminders: here is where we kissed for the first time, you used to wear this around your wrist, this grass was the greenest i’d ever seen and we had a picnic in a field that looked like it was out of a movie - i mean can you imagine the love can you feel it
i want a love like that i want a love that hurts to look at and hurts to touch and hurts to hold in my chest
but just looking at you sets me on fire and i’d rather watch how the light crosses your face than really pay attention to the sunset and i’ve been to art museums but nothing struck me as beautiful as the way you look first thing in the morning when you wake up and roll over and give me that half-smile of sleepy contentment and i’ve studied science for years but i haven’t found an explanation on how it’s possible every day my love self-replicates and i’ve been a poet for only about two years now but good lord i think i can imagine a love that feels like a summer storm because i’ve written literally thousands of poems and they’re all just your name respun and i finally realized i’ve been writing to you since the day we met
and i know i know i know
i’ve found a love like that."
- I wish I was sleeping - 3.47am 06/05/14 (via curiovsly)