White Northern Lights in Finland
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart. But the wait was worth it. Because I was in love. Richard Brautigan, The Wait (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
From now on, every song is about you.
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made. Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Needed this today.