I dreamed of your lips and the taste they would carry before I kissed them.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
If your mind could speak, what would it say?
It’s the eyebrows raised and the glance across the room; it’s the tiny smirk.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Will you tolerate the strangeness inside of me, the quirks of my soul?– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Let me feel it all, and let all of you feel me. Skin, breath, fingers, heat.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Anonymous asked: Where have you been?
There are no shortcuts to anywhere worth going.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be...– Unknown (via natural-phenomenon)
How delicately your unfolding fingertips prepare to touch mine.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Your actions make you who you are and the words you say is who you want to be.
You find me here alone. I hear a voice that’s so unknown. It strikes courage up my backbone, strengthens my heart, a light set a part. I see that’s what you are are. You come with open arms. You say I love you for who you are. When I was haunted and alone, with this baggage on my back, dragging me down; you set me free.
And in the middle of the night I may watch you go, there’ll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown, there’ll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown, but I’d be yours if you’d be mine.
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always...– Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev (via larmoyante)
The craving for you never seems to slow itself, never seems to stop.