sem título by Marija Kovac on Flickr.

the quiet moments at 4 in the morning where everything around you is cold and still and asleep, and all you can hear is your old heart beating and your fragile breaths, one by one, and you are alone with God.

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    I want your Monday morning
    sleep soaked eyes
    dream drenched voice,
    lazy bones
    ‘five more minutes please babe.’

    I want your Tuesday afternoon
    coffee break,
    glasses off, laughter on
    ‘just hold me for a while
    it’s been a hard day.’

    I want your Wednesday evening
    fingers through hair
    teeth nibbling nails
    neck craning, eye glazing
    ‘this paperwork never ends’

    I want your Thursday night
    drinks for two
    bones unbind
    muscles let loose
    flats, slacks,
    ‘just me and you’

    I want your finally Friday
    stretch soul smile,
    sun sipping light
    from the glaciers in your eyes
    fingers unfurl, hand extends
    ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

    I want your weekend.
    your movie marathon Saturday
    reading by the fireplace
    kissing in the blankets
    want your Sunday morning
    orange juice and pancakes
    white sheets, tender skin
    hair like the Fourth of July
    ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

    I want your ordinary
    and your stress, rest, release
    I want your bad day and that terrible night
    I want you drunk in my arms
    forgetting the place but never my name
    I want your lazy and your lonely
    and your fist full of fight
    I want you everyday
    in every way
    for the rest of my life.

    -On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat

    (via quasisuspect)

    Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand, likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you. -Mama Zara

    (Source: thoughtsonfire, via for-a-little-while)


292:365 by whitney dumford on Flickr.


Ali Michael shot by Petra Collins for Oyster Magazine.


trees are so cool