weltenwellen:

“Sunday evening, winter morning, November dusk. We belong where love finds us.”

— Anne Michaels, from “Infinite Gradation” 

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I saved this in the first months of seeing each other.

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It’s almost three years later now. I can feel the warmth of your skin on mine, the wisps of breath that escapes your lips as you sleep deeply beside me; like muscle memory, your arms reach to circle me, just to pull us an inch closer.

It’s amazing how till you, no place has ever felt so much like home.

Since the first day you told me you loved me, the word ‘transience’ has yet to cross my mind.

Don’t leave me, I’ll always beg. 
And you’ll stay,
and you’ll stay, 

and you’ll stay. 

yfwu:

“One day, I plan to love so loudly, my body abandons every demon harvesting me.”

— Arati Warrier, “Alive”
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violentwavesofemotion:

“I could not do without you, do you understand?”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. October 1820

lovepoemsxyz:

“Sun rise again now, drive out all the loneliness that nightfall can bring.”

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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