I don’t want anything like a flickering candle, I have no desire to hide in dancing shadows, I want love like a blazing forest fire.
philosophically-poetic, fires (via wnq-writers)
concept: me, sitting comfortably on the top of the tallest tree. i can see everything and i’m no longer afraid
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
Pablo Neruda
oh god 2.0 
