I love you as the plant that never blooms
No one can stop the river of your hands,
From the stormy archipelagoes I brought
-Pablo Neruda (via observando)
"You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?"
-Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via feellng)