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.

cholas-go-to-sk00l-too:

closeyoureyesandwishforthebest:

u-ok:

yanagoya:

shinkisrule:

des-etoiles:

Baby hippo, baby hippo, baby hippo!

WE INTERRUPT THIS NERD BLOG FOR A BABY HIPPO.

YOU MAY NOW GO BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY-SCHEDULED FANGIRLING.

OH MY GAWD.

:)

never have I wanted something so much (besides a hedgehog…) 

pls love me

(Source: drawing-bored)