Sunnydale, CA

Billy. Struggling poet/writer. An old soul. Welcome & Enjoy!

I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to it.

— Pablo Neruda, Love Poems (via petrichour)

(Source: observando, via petrichour)

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via wordsnquotes)

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We loved like we invented it.

— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Bowery Women: Poems (via poetrist)

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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)

do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.

— (via no6frahnocry)

(Source: violethaze9, via justcallmecapn)

I am nobody, I am just an extremely ordinary person with an internet connection and endless desire to learn.

— A. Abraham (via wordsnquotes)

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