Keep being sensitive, the mountains tell me. the flowers, the drink, the stranger, the music. Keep being sensitive, life screams delicacy is a forgotten art. - Christopher Poindexter
How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences like rags and shreds of […]
“You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we’ll live”. - George R R Martin […]
Life is too short for pretend. Don’t do things by halves, as casual is a casualty, and time isn’t renewable. Go deeper. Live with integrity and unwavering intention. Choose real. […]
The day will be what you make it, so rise, like the sun and burn… - William C Hannan
I promise if you keep searching for everything beautiful in this world. You will eventually become it. -Tyler Kent White..
You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, And I’d still pick them up and put them back in your hands….
I love early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world is still fast asleep and you’re the only one who’s awake and everything feels like is isn’t […]
One thing I am certain of is the most meaningful and compelling events in our lives often come & go in a matter of moments. Like Shooting stars - you gasp, […]
I’m writing you just to say: I still remember that your favourite colour is the blue the sky turns right before it rains…
I want to look everyone who has ever felt the ache of you in their eyes. I want to know if it ends….
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re […]
I want to be written by you, in the edge of your soul, a footnote - of what you love in this earth…
You can be in love with one thousand views and skylines and souls and minds at once. Don’t apologize for your burn, your passion, or your enthusiasm. Enthusiasm propels the […]
For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts…
I belong to the stars under my skin. To lonely hearts. To the dark. I belong to the middle of the night. To the shadows of men. To 3 a.m. […]