As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’.

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice  (via mirroir)

Between what is said and not meant
And what is meant and not said
Most of love is lost


بين منطوق لم يقصد
و مقصود لم ينطق
تضيع الكثير من المحبة

Khalil Gibran  (via bhagyawati)

Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me
like stars.

Richard Siken, excerpt of Saying Your Names (via veliikaya)