Curious French Cat @koi-no-sekai - Tumblr Blog

27.01.2018

L’année ne fait que commencer et toi tu t’accomplies; notre voyage ici s’achève. Un monde gelé rempli d’amour protégé par un curieux petit chat français; mon royaume d’or et de muguet, notre périple sous la pluie, une page qui se plie. Un livre bien plus gros, bien plus étrange que je ne l’aurais jamais souhaité qui aujourd’hui se fige; qui aujourd’hui prend fin.

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“Life with you was lovely—and when I say lovely, I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink ‘v’ in the middle and the way your tongue curved up to the long, lingering ‘l.’ Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things which will die, now that we cannot share them, I feel as if we were dead too.

Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight (via bird-on-the-wire)

Noises

You make me want to scream at the train

You make me want to run

When the voices are there and I can no longer sing,

pictures of your face like noises on the strings

Remind me of when my life was not cursed

Remind me that love will once again bloom

You have the hair of a poem and the eye of a god

You rain on my brain like November and spring

You tattoo your snake on my skin

You make me want to run