an obscure depiction of my little life

“She looks after him, feeling a wave of longing, loneliness. Not sexual particularly but to do with the nature of cities, the thousands odd strangers you pass in a day, probably never to see again. It’s an emotion she first experienced a very long time ago, and she guesses it’s coming up now because she’s on the brink of something, some turning point, and she feels lost.”

—   From Pattern Recognition by William Gibson (via hush-syrup)

“and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever”


From Crave by Sarah Kane

part of favorite love monologue/note of all time

(via hush-syrup)