And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
— Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via muse)
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
— Hamlet (via piinktoes)
Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
— Kenneth Rexroth, “The Love Poems of Marichiko: VII” (via syngling)
