trillforreal:

this is so cute.

and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed

— (via contouredchks)

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via kushandwizdom)