Pablo Neruda. <3
Silently my heart cries.
Silently my heart begs.
Silently my heart screams.
Silently, silently my heart is mute.
Le dieron calabazas y ahora la desgraciada ha de estar arrepentida… la tal Crepusculario.
Neruda is my life. We’re actually really good friends, Neruda and I. On certain occasions, he lets me call him Pabs....
Nbd, just reblogging myself for the sake of