#Pablo neruda

[nightlyquotes]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

[leosdooley]

KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER.

when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde // the worm kings lullaby, richard siken // limer3ence // bleuts, maggie nelson // tonight i can write, pablo neruda // the crucible, arthur miller // when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // untitled, margaret schnabel // waiting room, phoebe bridgers

[jayvespertine]

“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

– Pablo Neruda

[die-rosastrasse]

- Pablo Neruda, from Sonnet XVII

[joytri]

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Pablo Neruda

[perfectquote]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

[mournfulroses]

Pablo Neruda, tr. by Robert Bly, from "Letter to Miguel Otero Silva, in Caracas,"

[typewriter-worries]

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems, Pablo Neruda 

[f-arelos]

soulmates (derogatory)

wuthering heights - emily brontë / bones and all (2022) / from eden - hozier / daisy jones & the six - taylor jenkins reid / daisy jones & the six (2023) / @ruhlare / cowboy like me - taylor swift / the perfect pair - beabadoobee / one hundred love sonnets: XVII - pablo neruda (tr. mark eisner) / where's my love? - syml / 10 things i hate about you (1999) / people like me, people like you - bane's world / jackie and wilson - hozier / hiroshima mon amour (1959)

[perfectfeelings]

Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Pablo Neruda

[feral-ballad]

Pablo Neruda, tr. by John A. Crow, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Ode with a lament"

[Text ID: “Oh, girl among the roses,”]

[sicknessinmotion]

anonymous // rudyard kipling // unknown photographer // pablo neruda // unknown photographer // andrew kane.

[jayvespertine]

“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