let us live golden and half-drowsy, sit bare-legged by the open window, drink wine as we watch the lavender dusk and the budding stars waltz out across the sky. let our days be heat-softened and teeming with sweet things like mango slices, or spring water, or the way we say each other’s names as if not even prayers could carry that much ardency. (x)

Runaway said, “Just girls?” Sharpshooter restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”

I’ve been hearing symphonies Before all I heard was silence A rhapsody for you and me And every melody is timeless

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I just wanna be part of your symphony Will you hold me tight and not let go? Symphony Like a love song on the radio Will you hold me tight and not let go?