3,129 notes "Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via larmoyante)
9 notes "What she liked was candy buttons, and books, and painted music (deep blue, or delicate silver) and the west sky, so altering, viewed from the steps of the back porch; and dandelions…But dandelions were what she chiefly saw. Yellow jewels for everyday, studding the patched green dress of her backyard. She liked their demure prettiness second to their everydayness; for in that latter quality she thought she saw a picture of herself, and it was comforting to find that what was common could also be a flower. And could be cherished!"
— Maud Martha by Gwendolyn Brooks (via whatijustread)
