thegreyamongstthecrows:

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.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda | XVII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’

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cezarywho:

wylikit:

Earth

Urananus

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turing-tested:

m86:

turing-tested:

self care is putting yourself to bed on a regular schedule because it’s the base treatment for mood disorders

there’s no twist or anything it’s just really really good for u to sleep at consistent times

me reading this at 5am:

me, reading my own post at 5am:

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feministism:

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post-brahmanism:

trapcard:

ITHGHYGYFHFYFFG

Takis said fuck the troops

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