Forwarded from Wild (Buttercup)
"so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
—Pablo Neruda, from sonnet LXV of 100 Love Sonnets
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.”
—from “The Death of the Hired Man” by Robert Frost
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
—Pablo Neruda, from sonnet LXV of 100 Love Sonnets
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.”
—from “The Death of the Hired Man” by Robert Frost
