December 2011
“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
—Oscar Wilde (via beatboxgoesthump)
“Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?” —Pablo Neruda (via talisman)
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?” —Pablo Neruda (via talisman)