Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours.
― Sandra Cisneros, One Last Poem for Richard (via tuileries)
My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like the fingers running upon the wires.
― James Joyce, Araby (via tuileries)