The Art Of Imagination: I'll know it's love not when →
I’ll know it’s love not when
we share the same interests,
but when you sacrifice time
for me because I am more
precious than the limited ticks
on the looming clock.
I’ll know it’s love not when
I shiver from your deft fingers,
lust mistaken for young love,
but when “I love you” is not
just…
George Saunders, Tenth of December (via booksijustread)
They were sorry, they were saying with their bodies, they were accepting each other back, and that feeling, that feeling of being accepted back again and again, of someone’s affection for you always expanding to encompass whatever new flawed thing had just manifested in you, that was the deepest, dearest thing he’d ever—
Lemony Snicket (via durianquotes)
When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely.
Amy Tan, Saving Fish From Drowning (via larmoyante)
I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.
