xshayarsha:

“Her skin’s as soft as that of certain fruits, you can’t grasp her, she’s almost illusory, it’s too much.”

— Marguerite Duras, from The Lover.

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violentwavesofemotion:

“She has always lived in a world of make-believe,”

— T. S. Eliot, from Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; “The Family Reunion,”

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finita–la–commedia:

“… you remind me of oleanders, and your arcuate nakedness sketches a palm, and your eyes mist over the wild garden of lovers.”

— Luis García Montero (born 1958), from “The days take off their shoes …”, translated from the Spanish by  Alice McAdams

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blushingsuggestion:

you remind me of sunsets and stars and moonlight

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cwote:

If you enjoy it, it’s not a waste of time.

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adrasteiax:

“Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window. Come to me, said the world.”

— Louise Glück, from October in “Poems 1962-2012″

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softestswan:

I really really really love pink

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