February 2012
“I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the...”
– Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda (via 32flavors)
“we must pass
through solitude and
difficulty, isolation and silence
to find...”
– - Pablo Neruda (via nogodsnolove)
“Now then, in the long run,
from oblivion to oblivion the rails
reside with me,...”
– Pablo Neruda, “Madrigal Written in Winter” (via unfolded-proteins)
Anonymous asked: People love because of who you are, not in spite of it. Tell them the truth.
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via suzywire)
