You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via fitzgeraldquotes)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rearview mirror. I want you.
— Camryn Pulaski Day (via atomos)
His eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.
— Mette Jakobsen, The Vanishing Act (via lngenua)