Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
Pablo Neruda (via exhaledconsent)

(Source: fernsandmoss)

her legs are always the perfect ending to a day…
Rakishi, circ. 1939. to Georgia.  (via thekinfolksociety)

(Source: lylaandblu.com)

come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us
Julio Cortázar (via thekinfolksociety)

xokrista:

grayskymorning:

Love Made Visible

Perfection. This is how I see our day. (But with more florals. LOTS more.)