"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."
— Pablo Neruda

(Source: myquotelibrary, via human-voices)

Su suavidad venía
volando sobre el tiempo,
sobre el mar, sobre el humo,
sobre la primavera,
y cuando tú pusiste
tus manos en mi pecho,
reconocí esas alas
de paloma dorada,
reconocí esa greda
y ese color de trigo.

(Source: kalexsmith)

"I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me."
— Charles Bukowski

(Source: andwhisper, via thelandlockedmariner)

"I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way…"
— Warsan Shire  (via spycnsweet)

(Source: noldarling, via thelandlockedmariner)

"But where in the language
should I look for you, when the language
is unworthy of what you are?"
— Aleš Debeljak, Unanswered Plea (via human-voices)

(Source: proustitute, via human-voices)

"I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."
— Franz Kafka (via atomos)

(via btwnbliss-deactivated20111110)