Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
― Vladimir Nabokov (via quotethat)
7:51 am  •  30 August 2014  •  4,680 notes
Straits Trading

The lights are dim;
early morning permeating
glass windows,
longingly casts itself onto
layers of paper that your palms
have pressed,
neatly, folded.
our bodies rake in the scent of
loneliness - 
I am alone in you,
brittle breaths
24 floors above departure.
Open my chest and let these rays 
encapsulate the rest of my day, 
shining bright. 

8:59 pm  •  19 August 2014  •  1 note