I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
and the bristles of my brushes, spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup,
spin you through a delicate wash, I wear you all day
Thoughts of you warm my bones I’m on my way,
I’m on the phone
lets get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.
— Ocean and a Rock/ Lisa Hannigan
Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via obdormio)
It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.”
― Haruki Murakami
— 1Q84 (via aretsukusudesu)


