Cheers, darlin.

That's what I thought at least

A river is only the surrendered heart of a million tiny beads of rain. A river yearns and is yearned for. A river reaches out and is reached out for. A river desires, and is desired in its turn.

Abdur Rahm, excerpt from “The Ocean Rests Not …” (via heartmindspirit)

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life…to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

—Lisa Kleypas (via danseurs)