††"There are things I wish I could forget: the first night we met. Your lips were blue from the cold. You said my name like a shiver. There are things that make me forget: the refraction of light across a slivered pond. The way his feet curve and dip into the water. He makes me forget you, but only for a fleeting afternoon on a summer day."
— Taylor Pyles (via smited)
— Taylor Pyles (via smited)
(via n-esanica)
