#flo

Hearts In Me If I look to the world with hearts in my eyes Then surely I’ll be intrigued and inspired. If I touch the world with hearts in my hands Then surely I’ll learn how to understand. If I listen to the world with hearts in my ears Then surely I’ll truly be able to hear. If I speak with the world with hearts in my mouth Then surely I’ll be kind and gentle enough. If I think of the world with hearts in my mind Then surely I’ll be awake to all life. If I reach for the world with hearts in my palms Then surely its love will flow through my arms ↗

— Jay Woodman

#eyes #flow #gentle #hands #hear

Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#coffee #fireworks #flowers #love #maisen

Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all: Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal, Satan, O pity my long wretchedness! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#the-flowers-of-evil #the-litanies-of-satan #love

Nay, a heart of love is treasure, and the best the world contains. ↗

— Florence Morse Kingsley

#prisoners-of-the-sea #love

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. ↗

— Francis Thompson

#love #nature-writing #summer #love

Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us. ↗

— Henrietta Dumont

#love

The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I put on my midnight-black blindfold. I’m just naturally romantic, I guess.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #romance #romantic #love

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me. ↗

— Maryrose Wood

#love #passion #tears #love

Don’t give your loved one a flower, because it too has a loved one! Let the flowers live! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

What destiny is there, but to sense, observe, merge, re-emerge, Empty, yet filled, spreading everywhere, inside, outside, in, Pulsing, fluctuating, breathing as part of one being, Whispering, feeling, reflecting, flowing between hot and cold, Mineral and plant, dark and light, love and fear, new and old. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#breathing #destiny #everywhere #feeling #flowing