Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips.
— Pablo Neruda, Drunk as Drunk (via sublimesea)
My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.
— Alexandria Drzewiecki (via lucifelle)
craving rosewater macarons ^v^