May 2012
489 posts
What good are the words
if they cannot change our lives
and bring you to me?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are...
– Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via larmoyante)
It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth...
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via pavorst)
i'm your little scarlet starlet: sweet talker,... →
implexa:
sweet talker, adj. You spun words together to create a world where the idea of us could exist without limits or bounds. The lilt of your voice pressed against me like a corresponding part, a phantom limb; the seduction of the mind. How all I needed from you were a handful of words wrapped up pretty with a bow and card with no return address. But I knew. I knew who it was from. I knew...