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 kushandwizdom)
A body can only go 4-5 days without sleep, but I’ve gone years without rest.
i can’t hear anything over my racing thoughts // charlotte geier (via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)