Monthly Archives: January 2015

The words you say, so fancy free, that fly from lips from you to me, remind me not of words I’ve known, when flowers grew where weeds have grown. Michael Faudet “Dirty Pretty Things “

I don’t have that dream anymore,” she said in parting. “But I still remember every detail. What I saw, the way I felt. I can’t forget it. I probably never will. Haruki Murakami, Yesterday (via quoteshelf)