89words
“She stays lost in the middle of her own world somewhere. We can’t get in and she doesn’t come out.”
— Malorie Blackman, Noughts and Crosses
abelasmavhenan
“The wine of her loveliness went to his head.”
— Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via malglories)
the-soulwhispers
The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.
89words
“But now not another word, only kisses, and many of them for a thousand reasons—because it’s Sunday, because the weather is fine, or maybe because the weather is bad, because I write badly, and because I hope my writing will improve, and because I know so little about you and kisses are the only means of discovering something that counts,…”
— Franz Kafka, from a letter featured in Letters To Felice
itstimetogo
no you don’t understand. in dreams i meet you in warm conversation. and we both wake in lonely beds and different cities. and time is taking its sweet time erasing you. and you’ve got your demons and darling they all look like me.
quoteablebooks
“But the world I wanted wasn’t the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.”
— Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik