I wanted to know you and love you right,
take your hand, and be a man,
and you’d be my wife.

I wanted to see ya everyday,
buy you flowers, and say the things
people say when they’re in love.

But that notion is gone, from me.

I remember a day in mid-July
and driving home and thinking
about how I wanted to die.

With a broken heart and broken hands,
broken feet not meant to walk the land
towards any other girl

Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
Pablo Neruda (via weepling)
Reblogged from Katastrophe

bad ass

This will always be my favorite song. What a great combo!