— Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying” (via ileu)
— Tom Waits (via fawun)
You will call me sweetheart
and I will still stumble over
I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up
before you consider yourself alive
I will shiver when you touch me
do not be offended;
you are the warmest person I know.
Unknown (via markfarts)
— Leonard Cohen (via all-alone-together)
This is not a love poem.
I miss you in my sleep.
I miss you in my shower.
I miss you gently dreaming next to me.
I miss you on long drives.
I miss you in every melody and every time I sing.
I miss you when I wake (from dreams in which you never appear).
I miss you when you’re close enough to touch (but always out of reach).
I miss you when you smile and silently stare into me.
I miss you when I drink coffee and every time I pass the sea.
Most of all, I miss the minute before we met, before that opened door. I miss the way I felt before you. I miss the ground under my feet because that night, you ruined me. No. this is not a love poem. Because I hate you for making me fall completely, uninhibitedly, foolishly, in love with you."
— TypeWritten Life (via wordsthat-speak)
Everything you love is here
— Matt Chandler (via neongenesisevangaylion)