Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.
—Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
—Charles Bukowski, “As the Sparrow” (via larmoyante)
O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.
—Cecelia Weir, “O So Lonely” (via larmoyante)
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via larmoyante)