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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
- Pablo Neruda

(via oscarbeetwice)

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“ And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky and a hymn fills the world ”

Pablo Neruda (via sleepingunderduress)

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“ Everything carries me to you. As if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me ”

Pablo Neruda (via sleepingunderduress)

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hippiebabysitter:

Rudy Fransisco - Love Poem Medley

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I want you to come to me like an afternoon, come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders. If you let me be your sunlight, I promise that I will penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel wings. Pull me close to you, tell me that you love me, and then scratch your future into my back so I can be everything that you live for. I promise that I will die for you daily and then resurrect in your screams. I promise that I will love you.

You see, I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloudy reflection in every window. You see, I’ve written a million poems, hoping that somehow, maybe some way, you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name. And you smile like the Pacific Ocean. I wanna drink the sunlight in your skin.

If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice. Or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart… It plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars, and I feel like a child all over again.

And after all of that, she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” And I was confused. I said, “Let’s put it like this…” I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stuntman. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do, like… Trust you. I swear that when our lips touched, I could taste the next sixty years of my life.

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you wanna know how i got these scars. x

(Source: poetrygifs)

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“ I know it sounds weird but sometimes,
I wonder what my blankets say about me when I’m not around
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out
About all the things I’ve done behind their backs
I’ve got a hamper that’s overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
And a graveyard in my closet, I’m afraid that if I let you see my skeletons
You’ll grind my bones into powder and get high on my fault lines ”

Rudy Francisco (via carbon2)

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Salvador Dali

(Source: gommor, via gommor)

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smashing-ecstasy:

hero

smashing-ecstasy:

hero

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kasinski:

Salvador Dali by Francesc Català-Roca

kasinski:

Salvador Dali by Francesc Català-Roca

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surrealismdaily:

Dali, Salvador. Swans Reflecting Elephants. 1937. Oil on canvas.

surrealismdaily:

Dali, Salvador. Swans Reflecting Elephants. 1937. Oil on canvas.

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