#perfect prose

[vlindervin7]

You said, Beauty is only that which is intense, has a vibrant energy. You said, This thing we call life musn't ever become something endured. You said, Dreaming of another world than this is a sin. And so to you, beauty was the thronging streets. The tram that stops brimming with simmering sunshine. The furiously racing heart, the swelling lungs, the still-warm lips, and the fervent rubbing of those lips against another's.

from Greek Lessons by Han Kang (tr. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won)

[the-noisiest-pumpkin]

date idea: swap identities with your boyfriend as part of a bigger scheme to woo a girl that you’re both interested in

[cumuluslife]

Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash...

Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire, Throne of Glass, #3

[slobbering]

[the-noisiest-pumpkin]

actually i’ve decided that the ship name for tranio and lucentio is “witty wordplay” and the ship name for bianca and lucentio is “perfect prose”. i WILL NOT be taking criticism at this time. <3

[cumuluslife]

She says that the sky was the color of persimmon and sangria, shades of red only God could make.

Mary Kubica, The Good Girl

[cumuluslife]

Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in...

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost 

[cumuluslife]

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast