iwaslookingforartthenisawyou:

My poem

the only shades i need

on some mornings i’d feel almost able to hold on to what this is,

to waking up next to you,

and sleeping beside you,

but

i can’t help but wonder why i’m not writing enough,

when infact i should be inspired,

is this because this isn’t love?

or is it becuase,

it’s a true one?

allo-frouto:

hira-x:

To crave a person’s presence instead of their body is the purest form of intimacy.

so wholesome

what-iz-life:

Maturity is understanding you won’t always get the answers or apologies for the shit that hurt your heart…but you heal anyway.

perfectquote:

“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”

— Azra T

maybe,

if people would just tell us how they feel,

or what they want,

maybe,

we won’t waste much time,

but then again,

where’s the thrill in that

love-letters-i-never-sent:

thehopefulquotes:

“No matter how damaged you are, there will still be love for you. No matter how unlovable you think you are, you will still be loved. You will always be loved.”

— Lukas W.

desactivemaintenant-deactivated:

eccentricsworld:

“ You are killing me , and keeping me from dying . That is love ”

Mahmoud Darwish

iwaslookingforartthenisawyou:

I was looking for art then I saw you