Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII.

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 don't know any other way of loving.

snapchatting:

*sighs for 3 years straight*

(Source: snapchatting)

I paint flowers so they will not die.
- Frida Kahlo (via wordsnquotes)