And I’m just completely paralyzed by the thought of him not loving me.
— 96 Minutes (via wordsthat-speak)
In my flowery dreams there’s always you. I do not regret it one bit.
— Alfred De Musset, Complete Writing (via fakeville)
She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.
— Glenda Millard, from A Small Free Kiss in the Dark (Holiday House, 2010)
(via serendipitousromance)
bukowski
I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
