It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via katisque)
I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.
— Jack Gilbert (via youngfolksociety)
Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed.
Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend
we’re in a foreign country, and in love.
— “The Road” by Raymond Carver, from Where Water Comes Together With Other Water (via youngfolksociety)
