And that is how change happens.
One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)
If we were clothes,
you would be a red sweater
washed with white towels,
and I would be a black jacket
washed in hot water.
You would stain and kiss,
all that was around you
playfully with your colour,
and I would just fade,
one wash after the other.
