“-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.” e.e. cummings, excerpt from “dive for dreams” (via mitochondria)
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.” e.e. cummings, excerpt from “dive for dreams” (via mitochondria)
(via bruised-like-a-peach)
