"She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together."
– JD Salinger, Nine Stories
"Then we are in the back seat of a car kissing
not the light kind but one where our
hands are on each other’s cheeks holding
each other’s heads as if they will fall

off why does so much love come at the beginning
then disappear then once again at the moment
before death why can’t the same kind exist
in between in the breaths in the

afternoon in the sitting room in a place of costumes
little girls dress like princesses one pink one
blue one yellow they wear plastic heels because
they still think they will never fall"
– Victoria Chang, “Mr. Darcy”
"

I have known hours built like cities,
House on grey house, with streets between
That lead to straggling roads and trail off,
Forgotten in a field of green;

Hours made like mountains lifting
White crests out of the fog and rain,
And woven of forbidden music—
Hours eternal in their pain.

Life is a tapestry of hours
Forever mellowing in tone,
Where all things blend, even the longing
For hours I have never known.

"
– Hazel Hall, Curtains

mattv86:

so when you look at a photo of us in our prime

how do you not fall apart each time you think of me

do not think of me

virulently

maybe we already had the good times
maybe we left them behind

I think I lost it all out there
I think you know exactly what I mean