
“And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him…”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
(Source: sangredeltoro)

“I fell in love with your sailor mouth, and your wounded eyes.”
— Tom Waits
(Source: wankbankofamerica, via crooners)
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
(Source: thefreenomad, via lucifelle)
W.I.T. - I Surrender
I surrender my love to you
I can’t fight it anymore
There is a war in my soul
(Source: arpeggia, via mentalalchemy)