“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
– Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via thatkindofwoman)
PunchBowl Falls | Jayson McIvor
Feeling weird. Just sitting at the airport. Hungry. Grumpy. Sleepy. Slightly lonely. With free wifi.
“You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair (via thatkindofwoman)
Bryan Nash Gill, Woodcuts
You don’t have to tell me you love me. You don’t have to write it down, or say it as we sigh into each other. You don’t have to scream it to the world, or spell it out in texts.
You don’t have to say I Love You.
I don’t really believe it from the mouths of men. You love me. You LOVE me. You…
People and places
People. And places. Are two very toxic things. Never live in a person or love a house. or love a person or live in a house for far too long. Because both collapse. On you. Leaving you breathless. And often gasping in empty rooms that still retain the scent of them.