lotty
@lotuceles
dont mistake my nice for naive
she/her — infp
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
which is about the cruelest thing you can do to someone you love, give them just enough good to make them stick through a hell of a lot of bad.
“i got you these,” i said, handing her the bouquet of white lilies. i did not mention that the florist had said that white lilies mean: my love is pure.
that is how celia and i forgave each other.
and how we knew we couldn’t live without each other.
because now we both knew what we were willing to risk. just to be together.
“evelyn?”
you don’t spend years pining away for one voice not to notice it when it finally appears.