krolfred – Page 8

Carpe Noctem in St. Gallen.

Nightmare Alfred and Nightmare Krolock. *u*

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pocketful-of-covers:

the civil wars – “disarm” (smashing pumpkins)

They loved each other without stifling the other person’s wildness.

iammyss , ten word love story. (via americankimchi)

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lies darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

Neruda (XVII)

rendzina:

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

— with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.

Vladimir Nabokov, letters to Vera
(via oiseauperdu)

I know what loving you is. It is not a dream of roses growing in the garden, or just a hi-fi playing low, or the rosy wonderful house with the darling kitchen. All those things are dreams. No. Love for you is no dream. You are not the man of my dreams. You are my life.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton written c. October 1963 (via violentwavesofemotion)