And all the mornings we could have together spent talking, eating, laughing, snoozing a little longer, and just enjoying each other; I want all these things.

I want those mornings where we both don’t know what’s going on, the sleep still clinging to our very bodies, begging for us to return to our beds.

I want those days where you kiss me awake, and I see your puffy face smiling back at me.

I want to brush aside the hair that has fallen down your beautifully worn face. I want to kiss you until we remember that we are late for work. I want to hold you until it is noon, and we have wasted all the hours of our day; but it will be time well invested.

I want these things, those moments of living life, where it was once silent and alone; is now spent with another soul next to me.

I want them; and I want them with you.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
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qoax:

todo me lleva a ti
como si todo lo que existe
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan

-Pablo Neruda, Si tu me olvidas

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buggirl:

Maquipucuna, Ecuador

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Look, I’m going to find a way to be happy, and I’d really love to be happy with you, but if I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you.
Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture (via misswallflower)
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plasmatics-life:

On the Edge , Trolltunga | (by Lydia Kuniholm)

plasmatics-life:

On the Edge , Trolltunga | (by Lydia Kuniholm)

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