Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e.e. cummings (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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 h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.
Jim Wern (via foxontherun)
A warrior feeds her body well. She trains it, works on it. Where she lacks knowledge, she studies. But above all, she must believe in her strength of will and purpose and heart and soul.
David Gemmel (via thatkindofwoman)