February 2012
“I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting...”
– Shana Abé (via loveyourchaos)
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the last time i saw you, you had just flown in from germany. you listened to my lungs & kissed me under the stars. we lied together for hours. i felt at home, but in the way you feel when you’re a stranger in your own house. my body fit yours differently & for the first time in almost five years, i didn’t love you.
“It’s sad to fall asleep. It separates people. Even when you’re sleeping...”
– Breathless (1960)
i have wondered what you’re doing every day since last august.
“We can’t behave like people in novels, though, can we?”
– Edith Wharton
