I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
― Rudy Francisco (via nofatnowhip)
(Source: in-finitus)
Let’s go home and make love, all right?” she said.
“It’s still morning,” I said.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Not a thing,” I said.
“It’s still morning,” I said.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Not a thing,” I said.
― Haruki Murakami - Man-Eating Cats (via lisorganic)
(Source: murakamistuff)
