les couleurs de la vie

“It will hurt, my love,” whispers the moon through the cold wind that bites into her skin. “But it will be worth it, this I promise you.”

maybe we can stay awhile and watch butterflies kiss each others wings we’d taste summer wind that hasn’t yet been tainted with time

“When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.”

-“An absence of mood swings and some stability in my life.”

“Every night, he was panting in the back seat, trying to find a home somewhere on your waist, between your legs, on the tip of your tongue. White puffs of breath coming out of his mouth and right into the cold air. “

May your love be modern enough to survive the times, but old fashioned enough to last forever.

We were warm and shivering and young and ancient and alive. I was thinking, It’s trues. We already love each other. We already do.

@plumblackjeon (quote)