reading a lot, until I fall asleep...
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together
with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
letting my thoughts rest...
|rosie huntington for vogue china|
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever.
I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always,
hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear,
when we run out of forever, when we run out of air,
your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
sand in my slippers....