Our love was written into the history books, they didn’t know all of it but they knew this:
Figure 1. They hold hands for the first time in a quiet street somewhere in London. When their fingers touch, a building collapses.
Figure 2. She cuts his hair in the morning light with a pair of rusted scissors that don’t belong to anybody. He holds her waist between his big hands and shivers.
Figure 3. She keeps him in a locket around her neck, she can open jars without him now. When he arrives, he is bigger than she remembered. When he leaves, she stands in the kitchen for forty minutes. She’s forgotten what she is doing there.
Figure 4. When he is inside of her the entire world stills to listen. They kiss, he groans her name into her mouth and somewhere close, a tree falls to its knees.
~ Azra.T “Samson” (via 5000letters)
sitting in the common room with a bunch of classics people is like living the secret history but with more people shouting FUCK A DUCK WAS THAT ‘GOLDEN’? I TRANSLATED IT AS ‘QUESTION’