We got into her bed and held each other, kissing as the sound of the rain filled our ears. Then we talked about everything from the formation of the universe to our preferences in the hardness of boiled eggs.
Murakami Haruki, Norwegian Wood (via genshokugal)
From now on, love,
we will always be about to destroy
each other, always about to touch.
From Still Life: An Argument by Edward Hirsch (via hush-syrup)
Oh, all right, I say,
I’ll save myself.
Anne Sexton, “Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound,” from All My Pretty Ones (via lifeinpoetry)