— Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

“Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.”

— Nick Miller

“Remember it? The setting of magical summers. Wrinkled fingers and toes meant a long day filled with underwater adventures. The place where accomplishment was born: swimming the entire length of the pool without coming up for air. Gasp. Yes, made it! Gasp. The place that gave you the most intense hunger pains you’d ever known. A big plate of food never tasted so good. Seconds? Yes, please. OK, you’re ready to go back in the pool now. You don’t want to wait fifteen minutes for your food to digest. Do I have to, Mom? Fine. Fifteen minutes go by too slow—much slower than the four hours you’ve already been playing in the pool. Back in! Finally. Games. Marco Polo. Colors. No, sun, don’t go away! You need the light. After sunset, the darkness comes, and the darkness transforms the pool into a terrifying black sea swarming with sharks and monsters. How did they get in there? Through the drain, of course. Time to get out and back on land where it’s safe. Brrr! Shivers. You wrap yourself in that huge, soft beach towel. That feels good. Warmth. The couch looks comfortable. Cartoons are on TV. But your energy is gone. The pool took it from you. Your eyelids are heavy… way too heavy. Sleep. The best sleep.”

She Sleeps

After Richard Siken

You are in bed with a beautiful girl
and she sleeps through all your hallelujahs,
but you keep repeating the word.

You wonder
what you have done to deserve her,
what miracle
came from your hands?

Were you the one
that set the birds free? Were you the one
that fitted new bulbs for all the fireflies?

You must have done something
spectacular. Her mouth is a berry
she keeps letting you pluck.
She invited you here, to feast.

You’re trying not to thank her
for loving you, for existing,
for sleeping beside you.

You swallow down the words,
there is a sob in your throat,
you’re shaking now.

She moves slightly in her sleep,
her head finds the nook of your elbow
and suddenly, fire everywhere.

Suddenly, she has set you alight
and you feel your body burning itself
through the mattress, you feel
the soft melt of her beside you.

You repeat hallelujah
into her hair and the birds
celebrate their freedom.

— Unknown

“Everything seems to be exhausting me. No matter how much sleep, how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.”

by: pixiebelz

Me: You have to wake me up in the morning, before you get up, so I can see your bed hair before you fix it.
BF: You did see it. When I woke up in the morning I never left you. I just held you. 
Me: You just held me? You didn't get bored?
BF: No, never.
Me: Really?
BF: Really really, promise.
Me: For about how long?
BF: For about an hour or 2. I’d go back to sleep a little, then kiss you then doze in and out. It was my favourite time. Watching you, enjoying you. Kissing you while you slept. Smelling your hair.
Me: I didn't know this.
BF: You’d smile and curl up against me. Even I don’t know how to describe it .. you’d .. sort of whistle/purr/exhale.
Me: Was it embarrassing?
BF: Not at all embarrassing. Very sexy, promise. It let me know I could make you happy even when you didn't know I was.

*swoon* like swoon overload

Take a step back. Look at yourself.

Take a step back. Look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. you are so beautiful.

How girls fall asleep

this is actually very accurate

Duckling tries to take flight.

DAMMIT, WHY ISN’T THIS WORKING? MOOOOOOM!!!

Dude, would you just chill out? Trying to sleep over here.

sleep

“I either lose sleep for you or because of you.”

Finding someone

“Finding someone worth waking up to is better than finding someone to sleep with.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.”

— Quote from This Book is Not for Sale by Jarod Kintz.

“I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.”

Sleeping is nice.

 You forget about everything for a little while

I don't care if I wake up early.

I don't care if I wake up early. 

I'm staying in bed until my second alarm goes off! :D

seems to be the only thing i want

Peace

going to bed

i don't like going to bed

without you

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.

Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

People always think that when you sleep together, there’s always something that is happening in between the sheets and the bed.

People always think that when you sleep together, there’s always something that is happening in between the sheets and the bed. But let me tell you, It’s not always like that. The feeling of actually hugging each other until you fall asleep, the warmth of each other’s breath, and the total happiness in the morning when you wake up right beside him. Everything may sound too good to be true, but sometimes it takes a lot of responsibility and love to be able to be as wholesome as possible. Sleeping with your special someone is one of the most heart-warming experiences you’ll ever have. No nothing, simply hugging and smiling yourself to sleep.

— Warm Bodies, Isaac Marion

“Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping that when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn’t been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below. Hoping you pull up anything at all. Maybe this why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don’t want to die again.”