I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (via larmoyante)
I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door.
- Unknown (via perfect)