❝ I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
❝ There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders (via observando)
❝ Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.