April 2011
Obviously owls can't make it across the Atlantic,...
southern night's sleep
It’s the kind of the hot quasi-summer night that teases of a storm that never comes, that would be satiated by intense rain to follow the intense heat of the day, but keeps us waiting, drawing in long breaths of heavy damp summer air, tossing and turning, a tangle of radiating limbs and mussed sheets, but at peace in the unique beauty of a southern night’s sleep, a restfulness that...
“People change. Feelings change. It doesn’t mean that the love once shared wasn’t...”
– 500 Days of Summer (via raindropsonredroses)
