: In this room, the hours of love sufficeand in... →
ludilo: In this room, the hours of love suffice and in this room, where I first met your eyes. You sang to me, a perfect harmony. Of love and life, and happiness. But now your love, brings me here. Back in this room, where we first met eyes. And I painted your body, with the tip of my tongue. But…
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.– Orlando, Virginia Woolf (via fluffynips)
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone...– Veronica A. Shoffstall, “After a While,” 1971 (via abstractnumbers)
You look like a lost soul you know. Creeping behind shadows. You’ll turn into one soon enough you know. Following lies like pathways an such. You’ve got a dirty mind you know. Playing records of love affairs in the back of your mind like popping blood vessels. You only speak from a corrupted mouth anyways. Although your hands always danced with fire to me.
He’s always had a love for the ocean. The damsel in distress. Half fish herself. He would travel the seven seas for all eternity for you. Just to find his dreams come true. To see her in the sea. Mystery, soft eyes, soft heart, like the water it’s self.
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