("I exist in two places: here and where you are")
Suzanne Buffam, "Vanishing Interior"
Sufjan Stevens, "The Only Thing"
Rene Ricard, "And Then I Tried"
But there will always be something to fall in love with; caramel skies, glistening nights, blooming flowers, memories captured in polaroids, fading sunsets, fluttering butterflies, warm cup of tea pressed against your cheek, that one yet to arrive sunrise, Winter mornings, long drives, the feeling of watching people smile, puffy clouds, the smell of Earth right before it pours hard, the sweater that your mother weaved for you with her own hands, taste of fresh strawberries and honey dripping pancakes.
i hope you find someone that bites you, but is always gay and weird about it. peace and love on planat arrth
the tsa stops me because my carryon had too much liquid and they open it and its just full of blood