Raluca Marie Wolfski:
allow me to weave my story into yours. let our tales grow so incredibly tangled that one cannot read one of my chapters without learning of you
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
remember your true north.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
lighter state.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
the eyes are useless when the mind and heart are blind
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
private garden, baby.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
how accustomed i am to be defined by what i lack, perhaps, perhaps it shall make me more beautiful in your eyes.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
i will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
lightning flora.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
fleurstains.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens its first flower
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
at home.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
i wake up here every day.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
sports luxe.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
if i could make the world as pure and strange as what i see, i'd put you in the mirror i put in front of me, linger on your pale eyes.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
we grow branches inside us.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
petits morceaux du novembre
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
all is better in white.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
items of thursday.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
now or never.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
items of thursday.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
most of our childhood, oh, the life, is stored in photos, in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
she realized anything could happen. literally. so humbly beautiful, how amazingly frightening.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
dark and bright.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
to travel is to live different. but even our dreams are journeys, just as walking on rooftops is still a journey.
Raluca Marie Wolfski:
you gave me feverish white.
