i wanna lie on the floor and not think for a month or two.
"Love, I thought to myself abstractedly. Not ‘This is love’ or ‘Is this love?’ Not a sentence, not a certainty, not a thought with moving parts or direction. Just love, all of it, as it is. Whether it’s enough or not. Wthether it’s real or we’re making it up. However shoddy it gets, or bent out of shape. It’s still extraordinary. However foolish, however vain. However badly it ends. Love."
-Julian Gough, Juno & Juliet (via observando)
"I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat."