Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.
—  Peony in Love, Lisa See (via sandysays)

(Source: beryl-azure, via sandysays)

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.
— Alfred Tennyson.
I will remember
your small room,
the feel of you,
the light in the window,
your records,
your books,
our morning coffee,
our noons, our nights,
our bodies spilled together, sleeping,
the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever.
Your leg, my leg,
your arm, my arm,
your smile and the warmth of you–
You, who made me laugh again.

— Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love” (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via sandysays)

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