I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
— The Smiths (via ileu)
Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
— Sara Gruen (Water For Elephants)
I want to fuck you in a meadow of poppies and clovers underneath the harvest moon. Afterwards I will feed you flowers and you can weave blades of grass in my hair. We will lick each other’s wounds and smudge dirt on our breasts and moan and howl til the sun comes up and exposes our perfection.
— (via thestarsshinebright)