Intellectual Musings: Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda →
decembaby: I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the...– Lemony Snicket (via coello)
Una ninia no es tuya por verla en el telescopio.
Los 20 minutos mas eternos de mi vida.
Au revoir, mon amour.
The only thing that matters is the ending. It’s the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one… is very good. This one’s perfect.
Baby im afraid of a lot of things But i ain’t scared of loving you Baby...