Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
- J.K. Rowlings, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
(Quelle: glamour, via wolkenluft)
How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
- Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour
(Quelle: loveless-people, via 2amconversations)
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
- Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via 5000letters