twiggy
and you walk
under the streetlights
and you’re too drunk to notice
that everyone’s staring at you
and you don’t care what you look like
the world is falling around you
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you know that she’ll break you in two
the shadow of the wind | carlos ruiz zafon
“once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
“the female heart is a labyrinth of subtleties, too challenging for the uncouth mind of the male racketeer. If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.”
“she was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.”
