fate:
“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”— Charles Bukowski (via coral)
(via twister)
fate:
“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn’t matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (via coral)
(via twister)