— William Chapman (via rainydaysandblankets)
Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it’s trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.
Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day’s petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eighths-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn’t have to be true.
“Okay,” you say. “Do you want to know how I met you?”
“It was on the carousel. You were on the pink horse, I was on the yellow. You were two horses ahead of me, and from the moment you got in the saddle, I wanted to draw up right next to you and say hello.
“Around and around we went, and I kept waiting for my horse to pull ahead. I sensed it would know when I was ready, and it was waiting for that moment. You rose and you fell, and I followed, and I followed. I thought my chance would never come. But then, like magic, all the power in the entire city went out at once. It was darkness, utter darkness. The music stopped, and there were only heartbeats to be heard. Heartbeats. I couldn’t see you, and worried that you’d left. But right at that moment, the moon came out from behind the clouds. And there you were. I stepped off my horse just as you stepped off yours. I turned right and you turned left. We met in the middle.”
“And what did you say?”
“Don’t you remember? I said, ‘What a lovely evening this is.’ And you said, ‘I was just thinking the same thing.’ ”
As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for?
“I loved you from that moment on,” I say.
“I loved you from that moment on,” you agree."
— The Lover’s Dictionary, David Levithan (via turtleduckie)
— J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never (via quotethat)
— Stephen King (via a-thousand-words)
— Clive Barker (via le-vide)
— Elay Neal Moses (via going-to-hell-in-a-teapot)
— Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via drapetomania)
loving you in my sleep
and waking up alone.
— (via keevnilla)
— I Wrote This For You (via stability)