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Ibarra, Ecuador

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"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."

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Comuna 13, Medellín

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Mornings I still reach for you before opening my eyes.

An antique habit from last summer when we pulled each other into the heat of groin and belly, slept with an arm around the other.

The Texas sun was like that. Like a body asleep beside you.

But when I open my eyes to the flannel and down, mist at the window and blue light from the bay, I remember where I am.

                         This weight on the other side of the bed is only books, not you. What I said I loved more than you. True.

Though these mornings I wish books loved back.

— Sandra Cisneros, “Bay Poem from Berkeley,” in Loose Woman

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Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice

The Sensible Thing,  F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Parque Nacional Yasuní, Ecuador

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I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Song of Myself,  Walt Whitman

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“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera

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“I’ve always felt that two people who shared as much as we did and shared such important years should have never drifted apart.”

— Rainbow Rowell (via quotemadness)

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Nachi Falls - Wakayama, Japan

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Yoshino - Nara, Japan

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“I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That’s right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.”

— Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian