things will end before they start.
I hear the sound of the highway outside my window during all hours of the day. at night, during the lonely hours, when black has overtaken the entire sky, the sounds of the cars remind me that not everyone is sleeping. I use it as a lullaby. sometimes, the sound of being awake is the only thing putting me to sleep. and it was on a night like this, when all I could hear was life outside my window...
Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can...– The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
“don’t leave me alone. don’t go where I can’t follow.”
I liked you for that.
one day, he’ll notice that all those stories you’ve told him, and all the jokes you’ve told him, and all those smiles you gave him were meant for someone else. anyone else. and that you don’t even remember telling them. more than once. because you thought you were telling those stories and jokes and giving those smiles to someone else. you thought you were reliving memories...
these are the kinds of things we should worry...
I think we could go a little bit faster, darling. as I stare out a frosty window into the darkened streets. only the corner lit by a streetlamp with a white glow. a mug in my hand. I take a sip quietly, because if I make too much noise then I’m reminded of how quiet silence truly is.
The xx — Crystalised sex.
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newworldsymphony: I hope I never stop liking the music I love at this age. The way it touches my soul sometimes just amazes me…I literally feel something tugging at my heartstrings from inside. Or I raise my own voice to sing because I just can’t help it. Or I do a little dance because I feel inspired to. Music… yes. [even though we have different music tastes, I completely agree. with...
we can't go back now.
“since when did it matter.” I imagine you grabbing my hand, my wrist and spinning me around back towards you. as if you can’t bear to see me go but angry that you’re trapped this way. it is Fall, and the leaves are as auburn as the sun is red. and we’re glowing in the sunlight, even though I feel as if we’re bathed in darkness.