Polina Koleva

“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

“There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“To all the world he was the man of violence, half animal and half demon; but to her he always remained the little wilful boy of her own girlhood, the child who had clung to her hand. Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Sherlock Holmes Books: All Novels & Short Story Collections (Illustrated): Enriched edition. A Study in Scarlet, The Sign of Four, The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Valley of Fear…

“I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.”
― Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry