“We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.”

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.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I have the feeling that he would rather see a good cause fail than succeed if he were not the head of it.

If a man wants to objectify a woman, he will do it even if she’s clad from head to toe.

I’m my own worst critic, and if I don’t pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won’t be a happy girl.

I’ve got my head down, working hard, while others are chasing other frivolous things.

Don’t never drop your head. Don’t never feel like you counted out.

Even when I’m older, I might be in a different head space, but I want to be able to go back to ‘True 2 Myself’ and remember this season. It’s really for me.

Success comes to those who dedicate everything to their passion in life. To be successful, it is also very important to be humble and never let fame or money travel to your head.

I’m high off the indo creepin’ with the quickness to the cut, bust one to his head while he munches on that donut.