You didnt even know me when you knew me ..

I like the smell of earth, the touch of waves, the taste of berries, the sight of trees, the sound of laughter, & the feeling of being fully alive

I have so much of you in my heart.

—John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)

(via browneyedbecc)

Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept.

—David Berman, ”Self Portrait at 28” (via oofpoetry)

(via dont-negociate-with-insecurities)