February 2012
217 posts
arielj-:
Sometimes I find myself touching the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take...
– Dianne Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via pressured)
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Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via fleurishes)