“And even if we never talk again, please remember that I’m forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me.”
— Chasing Amy

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@nestlic
“And even if we never talk again, please remember that I’m forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me.”
— Chasing Amy
Cause you ain’t around
“But she knew he had slept as deeply and as well as she had. She had not woken, but a part of her had known that she slept only because he slept with her, his arms about her.”
— Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams
““See there’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.””
— ~ Gretchen Kemp (via lonequixote)
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To nestle (V) - to rest yourself or part of your body in a warm, comfortable, and protected position
The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.
Mikko Harvey, from "For M," Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)
Blanket of You
Illustration by Moonassi
Pigment liner and marker on paper, 2009
Brigitte Bardot photographed by Orlando Suero, 1965.
“Hoću u tvom srcu, posle tamnih jada, Da ostavim jednu nostalgiju dugu: Pa sve kada prodje, da se sećaš tada Sa bolom na sreću, s radošću na tugu. Hoću moja ljubav, kad sve jednom padne, Da u tebi umre, kao u dan sivi Što mre grmen ruža: miris koji dadne, To je bolna duša koja ga nadživi. I kad ovi dani za svagda prohuje, I kad opet htedneš čuti moji ime, Hoću da se ono u tvom srcu čuje K‘o šapat poljupca i uzdisaj rime.”
— Jovan Dučić - Kraj