Dont Care If I Sound Corny Or Cliche But To Love And Be Loved Back And Not Having To Second Guess Where

Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay

The Secret Garden (1993)

Greenhouses💚

I suffered, I was there.

Walt Whitman, from The Complete Poems; “A Song of Myself,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, When Love Arrives (via wordsnquotes)

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

Rothirsch - red deer - Cervus elaphus by Olaf Kerber

There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk looks over the cosmos and says, ‘Somewhere out there someone is saying the three most beautiful words in any language.’ Of course you heart sinks and you think it’s going to be, ‘I love you’ or whatever. He says, ‘Please help me.’ What a philosophically fantastic idea, that vulnerability and need is a beautiful thing.

Hugh Laurie (via thiscoffeedrenchedlife)