She'd probably stop eating meat, get married, honeymoon in Paris, buy a house, and get her MBA. Whatever.
I used to trace the freckles on your back
and imagined that the constellations under my finger tips
spelled out your unspoken secrets
in an infinite web of tangled strings.
I imagined they said something about us
and I whispered them back to you.
Now when I look up at the stars
all I could see were those words
blazing in bright geometries
across the night sky for all to see
And that’s when I finally realized -
that they were never meant only for me.
sk (via infinitely—infinite)
Steve Maraboli (via observando)
Dale Carnegie (via observando)
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via observando)