I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which.

ohmybritain:

Idsworth, Hampshire 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)