
It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm as kisses.

How can someone be so close to you and then so far away in the span of a single movement?

Although it was hard to tell, with bluegrass, wether or not they were supposed to sound like geese.

All the cells in my body rearrange, compass needles pointing to his north.

Whatever is happening here, it definitely bypassed go and went straight to really fucking weird without collecting two hundred dollars.

When the music stops the hole inside me is so huge I think I might die from it. Without

I think it is best to know what you are and make peace with it.

The hard way is my favorite way to learn.