It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than to any other human being. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years you and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here. That is really a happy thought and not melancholy at all.
Reblogged from HEAD FILLED WITH ELSEWHERE.
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.
Reblogged from HEAD FILLED WITH ELSEWHERE.
