As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
— from For My Lover, Returning to His Wife, by Anne Sexton (via geebutts)
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
— Haruki Murakami (via sparkgirl)
But how could you live and have no story to tell?
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via monstres)
