Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June. Carl Sandburg, Honey and Salt (via observando)

Because love’s silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense. Anna Akhmatova, from I’ve Ceased To Smile Long Ago (via violentwavesofemotion)