8:42 (NYC time)
I love it here.
It always works out that time will never slow down for that brief moment that you want to roll between your palms and trace with every finger.
That moment on a couch in the rain where the water drips between your lips as you kiss her slowly, balancing her neck in your hands.
That moment in the dark with your arms outstretched as the bassline rumbles in your chest and your friends are around you singing
in what might as well be angels’ voices.
That moment when you sit across from a sunflower, dainty in all her beauty as you tell her that a fool does stupid things like fall in love or take for granted the way she cared for someone like you.
That moment when you realize that life is too short to dwell on the past, but its the only thing that comforts you as you slowly step into a fire that will either refine you… Or swallow you whole.
Let me drift for a while. Just once.
"It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist."
Danzy Senna, Caucasia (via linguisticmasturbation)