"She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope."

Grounded on earth, unrealistic and blunt. Take it or leave it.

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“Your soul knew my soul long before we needed skin to spend a life in.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott

"Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying."

- Yoko Ono (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via flowertalks)


Stars by Michael Faudet

Everything you love is here


"And I don’t believe in the existence of angels, but looking at you I wonder if that’s true."


A Faerie’s Heart Beats Fierce And Free
Someone very dear to me once said: ” Remember why we get up in the morning?Because we believe in this. Because some things are worth fighting for, if not them, then what? No matter how much they block us, ruin us or turn us into irrecognizable things, these are just tricks and I believe in you. I believe you can do this. I love you.”
And today I’m giving you the same answer I did two years ago:" In the end it doesn’t matter how many times they erase our memories, put us in opposite corners of the world or even of the universe. We always find a way back to each other. We are always there. Love you."