It’s Day 5 and already I am sick of having a roommate.
My heart is yours,
It’s you that I hold on to…
Autumn, which had threatened for a time, was gone. Summer was back in full, boiling the clouds and scouring the metal sky.
If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.
We are mosaics — pieces of light, love, history, stars — glued together with magic and music and words.
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.