Wednesday, May 23, 2012

(Source: hang-ups)

Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda (via intention-is-effortless)

(Source: intention-is-effortless)

Saturday, May 19, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012