she has won… now it’s no fun
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…
I could walk through my garden forever.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson (via ma-demoiselle-cherie)
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of feeling himself in another body.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love And OTher Demons (via surbeat)