❝ If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers of what I am
of what remains.
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers of what I am
of what remains.
— Charles Bukowski
(Source: thepoetrycollection, via high-violets)
❝ It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
(Source: flentes)
