I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.– Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt
I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much.– Sandra Cisneros, The House On Mango Street (via honeysighs)
moonandmoon: All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces. Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like...