"Years from now he’ll remember the months he spent
trying to unlock a lock of her hair
and how, when she kissed him, he felt like a poem
being translated from one language into another."
— Troy Jollimore, “Tamara” (via petrichour)
(Source: fluttering-slips, via warsanshires)
"You write messages on me with
and it is poetry I will never understand
but I am content to be
— Opus - Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)
"I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear."
— Lisa Kleypas (via eikadan)
(Source: petrichour, via amunamisi)
"She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope."
— Laini Taylor, from ”Daughter of Smoke and Bone” (via larmoyante)
"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand."
— Richard Siken, Anyway (via the-weirding-way)
(Source: seabois, via hirnzirkus)