“[…] the desire to be loved, to be held close to the other shape; to put off the veil of darkness and see burning eyes.”— Virginia Woolf, from “The Moment: Summer’s Night”, The Moment and Other Essays
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
(via misplaying)
(via alunit)
“We sat down, grinning at each other. Dally was his usual mean, ornery self. He was okay.”
The Outsiders (1983)
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