I can’t sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can’t help but overhear, my dear.
—Franz Kafka (via kafkaesque-world)
Don’t talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.
—I Wrote This For You
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via kushandwizdom)
Anonymous asks: YOU'RE SO PRETTY OMG
thank u honey. I would thank you more personally but you are sadly grey-faced