Highest Heels

I don’t like compliments, and I don’t see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn’t mean.
— Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan (via iwishihadanocean)

(Source: talesofpassingtime, via aphronus)

He’s leaving

and I care far, far more than I should.

He was winter to her. Whenever she thought of their relationship everything was framed in winter— hot drinks, heavy sweaters, their breaths white together on the frigid air when they took their walks. They had been together in the summer too, but he wasn’t summer to her. He was always winter. It made her think we assign people— lovers especially— seasons in our minds.
— Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)