I’m more of a punch-drunk-love kind of girl. I mean punch as in that pow, that...– Zoe Saldana, Essence Magazine (via courtesyofmoi) (via fuckyeahzoesaldana)
another sweet sunday afternoon spent recounting the depths of desire. marveling at how day slips into night without hesitation or reprieve if only humans could be so courageous. the months between us widen the gap between our once and future. what to make of these purple walls, duplicate keys and overnight bags filled with mementos of intimate moments shared and shed? this is the last poem...