viciousminuteshour:

I Love You Much (Most Beautiful Darling) a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

viciousminuteshour:

‘May I Feel Said He,’ a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

viciousminuteshour:

‘I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair,’ a poem by Pablo Neruda, read by RM. 

viciousminuteshour:

I Love You Much (Most Beautiful Darling) a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

Z.F.

mustachemanblues:

“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”

Zelda Fitzgerald 

“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”

 Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via quotestack)

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero (via quotestack)

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

Oscar Wilde (via quotestack)