Were you sad then?

On the day of the fourty-four sunsets?
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.”

– Anaïs Nin (via maxkirin)

“she’s not perfect;
no
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
so easily
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
damn close”

– Unknown (via perfect)