"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via ophidiophobic)
um de eu.

“Não tenhas nada nas mãos, nem uma memória na alma. Senta-te ao sol. Abdica. E sê rei de ti próprio.”

c-dreamcatcher:

 Fernando Pessoa

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"It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

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hellanne: Day 280/365 ~ (by Amanda Mabel)
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