We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via feellng)


I want her, all of her.
I want her 3 a.m. text
messages when she is
too drunk to keep it 
all in anymore. I want her
waking up in the morning
when her dreams
have still not faded from
her eyes. I want her
touch that is saying
stay with me please, this
is all I’ve ever wanted.
I want her, all of her.
And she is everything
that I will ever need.

For you, I’d steal the stars.
A Six Word Poem ( on how you deserve galaxies)