Barbara. Canadian. Writer. Taken.

mangled-passion:

Two scoops of ice cream in a bowl

with your two arms wrapped around my waist

and the sun beating down on my face

this is my summer paradise

(Thank you for the prompt :”Ice cream dates in the summer” )

I want to put my hands into you
Like milk inking into iced coffee
That much light, that much dark

Thinking of you
With a picture of me
And I’m smiling

I couldn’t think of anything
Other than the shape of your mouth

Chantelle Ann, I like it a little bit when you say I make you nervous (via chantelle-ann)

mangled-passion:

The creases and lines 

on your stomach and thighs

remind me that you’re not perfect

but no matter how you are

my love for you will only grow

(thank you akifkichloo for the prompt…even though I didn’t use all the words)

quoted-by:

— Beautiful Creatures, Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl

You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains.

Sara Bareilles (via langleav)

I’m trying.”
“Trying what?”
“Trying to be.

Jonathan Safran Foer (via dieworten)

(Source: splitterherzen)

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Pablo Neruda (via observando)

But who knows, I thought about it.

(via yoursixwordstory)

Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.

Mother Teresa (via kushandwizdom)

#Royaltiewisdom

(via recpoetry)

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.

Gloria Steinem (via feellng)


I’m trying

(via thehappiestofsouls)

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either—a purely human one.

Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (via writingwillows)

one day
i will be a story you tell the next person who falls in love with you
my name will come up in conversation
when he stumbles across the poetry
i wrote about you that you kept hidden in your closet.
he will ask you about me and
you will tell him that i had loved you more than i really should have
and you will tell him that we
‘hooked up’
instead of
‘made love’
and when he asks if you still think about me
you will say ‘i don’t know.
i dont think
i ever
did.’

a series of things i wish weren’t true at all #1 // by rb (via rbcages)

(Source: )

'But people are oceans.' she shrugged.

‘You cannot know them by their surface.’

Beau Taplin || I am more than what you see. (via afadthatlastsforever)

I’m sorry I fell so hard

(via yoursixwordstory)