I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via quoted-books)
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters.
I forget how to hold myself together.
So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you’ll write back soon.
Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Yarn” (via larmoyante)
My heart is my weakness, my heart is my strength.
William Chapman  (via corvidae-and-crossroads)
'His soul,’ she would say, ‘picked mine up and we flew.’ And to those who gave her a disbelieving look, she would insist. ‘Have you never touched someone and felt them? Felt what was inside of their body?'
Marie-Elena John, Unburnable (via larmoyante)