uninevitable:

i need to start thinking this way

you own me with whispers like poetry, your mouth is a melody i memorize. so sweet, i hear it echo everywhere i go, day and night.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past.
Nicole Krauss  (via thatkindofwoman)

you’re a red string tied to my finger, a little love letter I carry with me