『 Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
『 I thought perhaps she was crazy, but she was only highly intuitive.
『
Come over to my room tonight
And sit with me on the edge of my bed
Watch all of your favourite movies with me
And drink coffee while smoking cigarettes
Play classical music all too loud
And slow dance to it undressed
Drink wine irresponsibly from the bottle
And don’t care about make-up or your hair being a mess
Place your frail body on my thighs
And mess around with my Polaroid camera
Capture a candid of me while I make art about you
Just like you did when I was writing this stanza
Eat cereal at 4 AM on the window sill
Dressed only in my favourite white shirt
Tell me about all of the things that you love
And then come back to bed when you’re burnt
〰 tzujen (via wnq-writers)
『 How does she look? Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.
『 Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
