— Andrea Gibson (via cryingwouldbetooeasy)
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
— Janet Fitch (via loveyourchaos)
she is braille.
i read her with my hands
her body speaks to me
— Jhavia Nicole (js)
So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via uhhleeese)