We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via thedeerandtheoak)
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck,
Kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
— Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
