"Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you,
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you,
And without feet I can make my way to you,
Without a mouth I can swear your name"

Rainer Rilke


Sometimes I think people
are like books
tiny worlds
bursting at the seams
protected only
by a delicate cover.

You spend your life
hoping to find
"the one"
whatever that means.

But then you find
it’s different
and it’s difficult to read
at first
but you keep reading
you read and you read
and you read and you read
the book is the most
delightful combination
of contrasting characters
alive and
funny and
brave and
strong and
romantic and
loving and

You crave it the moment
you put it down
the book consumes you and
you consume it and
that’s when you
you’ve never been more in love
in your life.

(Source: ilvadesoi)


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath

(Source: ilvadesoi)

I love you

He was the blue, shimmering moon
eclipsing her fiery, headstrong light.
She buried herself in his strength
her breath hot against his neck
as she built up the courage
to whisper
“I love you”.

He was the dark, strong comma
against her pale, elegant phrase.
She trembled as his gentle hands
glided across her, like leaves
dancing in the wind.

His eyes were whirlpools of desire
locked with hers in a gaze
so powerful
she couldn’t break it
and neither could he.

He was an intense wave
that lifted her up
and took her breath away.
Her heart was impatient, erratic
and waiting.

He wondered how to tell her
that she ignited his bones,
his heart,
his mind,
his soul.
He could do anything.

So he pulled her closer
face to face
foreheads pressed
lightly against each other.
Heart to heart,
mind to mind,
soul to soul,
he ran his fingers through her hair
as he whispered
“I love you”.

(Source: ilvadesoi)

"I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love"

Robert Frost

(Source: ilvadesoi)

Happiness doesn’t lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. And home is not a house; home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace. - Unknown

"For me, writing a novel is like having a dream. Writing a novel lets me intentionally dream while I’m still awake. I can continue yesterday’s dream today, something you can’t normally do in everyday life. It’s also a way of descending deep into my own consciousness. So while I see it as dreamlike, it’s not fantasy. For me the dreamlike is very real."

Haruki Murakami

(Source: ilvadesoi)

"I lay there for hours, watching the sky grow dark. The half-moon cast a shaft of pale light across the bed. It was a beautiful perfect night, but that just made me feel even sadder."

The Secrets of Truth and Beauty

(Source: atomos, via skywasneverthelimit)

"Take a step back. Look at yourself. You are human, you are beautiful and you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate everyone because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, or your best friend betrayed you, or the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to and let go when it’s time. Don’t hang onto painful memories just because you’re afraid to forget. Stop taking things for granted, stop taking life granted. Live for something, live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Do this over and over until you know what real love truly is. Question things. Tell people how you really feel. Sleep under the stars. Create. Imagine. Inspire. Share something wonderful. Meet new people. Make someone’s day. Follow your dreams. Live your life to it’s full potential. Just live dammit. Let go of all the horrible things in your life and just drop everything and live."


(Source: bavarde, via atomos)

"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn’t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives."


"She didn’t understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?” “How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?"

Sherrilyn Kenyon, Devil May Cry

"When two people meet and fall in love, there’s a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it’s usually too late, we’ve used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It’s hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay."

Tom Robbins

"I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?"

Jonathan Safran Foer