Our love is easy.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
—The Chaos of Stars
Saint Louis - Novembre 2013.
I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful.
- Chelsea Fagan
Alors ne t’en fais pas, je serai là demain, cinq heures cinquante.
Roissy, terminal 2B, cinq heures cinquante tapantes.
- Raphael Haroche, Terminal 2B
Le trench coat rouge.
Take this sand for instance, the tighter you try to hold it, the more it slips out of our hand.
Tu me manques, petit.