"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via hercautionarytales)
"I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone."
— Benedict Smith (via perfect)
