you don’t know how to love me with words, you say,
hands shivering slightly while they skim like startled birds
over the plains of my hipbones

you say you are unedited novel, broken spine, bad nightmares,
that if i’m not careful i’ll be sucked into the silence where
it’s so cold i forget how to inhale

but you do know how to kiss me like i’m your anchor
and how to make beds feel like castles and
when to bring me hot chocolate even if i didn’t ask for it and
you let me marathon disney movies and make cookies
even if it’s two in the morning and when you laugh about something
it makes my heart race and i just want to sit in sunbeams with you
and eat bagels and discuss ethics and read books to each other until we both fall asleep

so quiet though your love may be
my dear
your quiet love is
the only one
for me.

Sunflower love. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Rumi (via feellng)
Sometimes u just gotta be a ho

Monet’s garden, Giverny, France


Monet’s garden, Giverny, France

Hi !

Hi !

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
Oscar Wilde (via feellng)



River otters at the Zoological & Botanical Garden in Ichikawa, Japan

omg the last one he pops up ahjfskghfagskjfkhdjs ahahaha

This is what heaven looks like…

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

Doing the walk of no fucking shame whatsoever.
Renoirs (via renoirs)
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
Joseph Conrad (via feellng)
You may think I’m small, but I have a universe in my head.
Yoko Ono (via abstinently)