“The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.”

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

No Legal Immunity for Corporations That Break The Law.

If you let your head get too big, it’ll break your neck.

Being alone is very difficult.

If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones.

But darling, losing you was better than losing me.

Love is a serious mental disease.