To you,

Love me Sophia, in my foolishness, love my words and not my mortal remains. Be tidal to me in the constancy of change. Break over me where I feel most safe, be shore to me, when I fear I am wave in the water, endlessly slipping away. Lift me up like a shell from the beach, now empty, now full. Lift me up and there are still songs.

- Jeanette Winterson

1. verinaveraenab reblogged this from femininemusings
2. verinaveraenab likes this
3. femininemusings posted this