Ay Dio Mio

“Estos retratos son mi corazón. Y si mi corazón fuera un lienzo, cada centímetro cuadrado sería un dibujo tuyo.”

— “Lady Midnight. Cazadores de sombras: Renacimiento” de Cassandra Clare (via miscitasliterarias)

Porque el amor de una mujer hace vulnerable a cualquiera. ¿A quién no le gusta sentirse amado, deseado y cuidado por una mujer?

“¿Por qué precisa un hombre que una mujer lo quiera?”

— Jorge Luis Borges, La moneda de hierro

“Creo en los cafés, en el dialogo, creo en la dignidad de la persona, en la libertad. Siento nostalgia, casi ansiedad en el infinito, pero humano, a nuestra medida.”

- Ernesto Sábato.

“No, no hay nada que yo no haría, para hacerte sentir mi amor”

Hágase tu voluntad, en la cama como en el suelo…

Agnes Obel - The Curse (Berlin Live Session)

LAZY SUNDAYS WOTH HARRY PLS

He used to be the type to wake up early during the weekends so he could get everything done by the late afternoon and have an evening with a couple of his mates, but things changed when he met you.

He became the type to wake up later than usual (still managing to be wide awake before you roused from your much needed sleep) and hold you close to his lanky frame. An arm wrapped around your upper body as he lay beside you, his hot breath hitting your cheek and though he once swore he admired being the little spoon, he loved being the big spoon with you.

There was just something about having the ability to keep you within arms reach, body entangled in yours. To keep you near and think about how lucky he was. How lucky he was that you hadn’t done a runner once he asked you to be his (or at first glance) because as sappy as he sounds, he hasn’t felt love like this before and he can’t believe he’s managed to snag you - at least that’s what his mother says.

“G'morning,” Harry pronounces with a rough sleep drawl, although he’s been awake for twenty minutes now. He scratches his shirt clad chest with his index finger and uses his head to gesture to the plate on the table. “Made you breakfast.”

Seguir leyendo

“Yo manejo mi cerebro, no mi corazón.”

— El archivo de Sherlock Holmes (Arthur Conan Doyle)