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...