“A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.”

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Your memories make me feel less alone. 

If you are with the right person, it brings out the best version of you.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.