July 2012
“She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via madame-curie)
I Will Miss You →
luxurists:
I will miss you fleetingly, for a second every now and then, in a moment of weakness or fragility. I will think about how good it felt, like an evanescent, elusive dream. Until I recall that was exactly why it collapsed. It never endures.
I will miss you achingly, until every little nerve inside of me sets itself on fire and wants to break apart and escape from the confines of this...
