Faded Fantasy (публикации за 1 февраля 2018)3 читателя тэги
A/H/
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
J/W/
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? оnly this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.
