I don't just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts,
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,
everywhere.

-Isobel Thrilling

  I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

-Paublo Neruda

"And her fingers felt like what I bet a record player's needle felt like to a fresh vinyl record. But we sounded like the moments before the music starts, where the ridges are filled with nothing.

She traced along my eyebrows, down my nose, over my cheek bones, along my jaw, but only enough to get that dusty, husky static that comes when Dylan is putting the strap on his shoulder, straightening his harmonica holder and taking a deep breath. I wondered if her fingertips were sensitive enough to pick up the tiny ridges of my inadequacies or better yet the complete calm that came in these moments. I bet they could, because she had soft fingers, all-knowing fingers, gentle fingers, and gentle things are good.

We were that tiny cough and throat clearing time, before the music changed the world and pushed walls around by expanding rooms. It was that calm, before Sam Cooke broke his own heart, before he plead with destiny to bring that sweet lovin' on home, before he makes promises upon promises, where he stares at the microphone, just as the controller presses record, before the nod to the piano and trumpets, that moment of absolute silence before the world shakes; the silence that has a sound. That's what played on repeat right now. The second you can hear if you listen really hard, and hear Otis Redding inhale as he strangles a microphone to find a little tenderness. We were the background noise, watching him on the dock of that bay.

I felt like a record that only played silence. And sometimes that's alright. There are moments too sad for a score, swollen seconds with swollen words too sore for measures and decrescendos and cadence, instants only punctuated by the stop of the world."


There Fell a Stillness by HappyInLove
A man who doesn't believe in faith. A woman who may be losing hers. Two lost souls collide in the stillness between hope lost and found. "I think you need this more than I do. Everyone needs a little something to believe in sometimes."
Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Edward/Bella

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Matthew 6:21

Edward Wallbanger by feathersmmmm
Bella moves into a fantastic apartment building in San Francisco. Guess who lives next door? With walls this thin, the tension is gonna be thick...
Twilight - Fiction Rated: M - English - Humor/Romance - Edward/Bella

Don't say it's over
Cause that's the worst news I could hear I swear that I will
Do my best to be here just the way you like it
Even though its hard to hide
Push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you

If I could go back
That's the first thing I would do I swear that I would
Do my best to folow through
Come up with a master plan
A homerun hit, a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I'll never let your love slip from my hands

If it's the beaches
If it's the beaches' sands you want
Then you will have them
If it's the mountains' bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it's the wish to run away
Then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here

If It's The Beaches - The Avett Brothers