water child; reading tea leaves and microexpressions since '92.
maialynn219:
“I am… of the wind. Whose sound is heard yet none can tell from whence it comes or where it goes.” — Queen Esther, “One Night With The King” (via moonflowersandtea)
“I am… of the wind. Whose sound is heard yet none can tell from whence it comes or where it goes.”
— Queen Esther, “One Night With The King” (via moonflowersandtea)
anxietyproblem:
weebleroxanne:
“Nope,” I whisper as I exit out of a fic with no paragraph breaks.
quecono:
BUT, your honor, I googled it twice
themelanintreasury:
feministism:
staff:
we fucked up
dearestvita:
“You ask if I miss you. I think of your voice, your hands, and your eyes when you look straight into mine.” — Patricia Highsmith, from The Price of Salt
“You ask if I miss you. I think of your voice, your hands, and your eyes when you look straight into mine.”
— Patricia Highsmith, from The Price of Salt