At once, I knew I was not magnificent.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
“
| — | Neil Gaiman (via misswallflower) |
They were patient like monks
in ajoined rooms. Still feeling
the breath of one another
cutting through the plasterboard.
Like age old lovers dancing
in the rhythm of the
tension in between themselves
(and outside themselves)
Who knows what lust and
fear may bring to those
whose everyday dreams
are based upon an infinitely
ending beginning.
it’s so damn sweet when Anybody—
…makes you feel
…for once
(imag
-ine) You
…makes you feel
…for once
(imag
-ine) You
“
| — | e e cummings (via yellow—bird) |
