"I can be someone’s and still be my own."
Shel Silverstein (via thatkindofwoman)
But who can say there isn’t poetry in falling asleep to the even rise and fall of the one you love breathing in and out in the moments after sleep crawls in. That there isn’t magic in hearing that very sound every night for the rest of your days.
"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life."
Charles Bukowski (via jaimelannister)