our first date was exploring each other's book shelves.

this 3am tastes like I miss you, and it aches

it’s about redemption

she; born hard and getting harder

no ur not crazy the trees want you to come out to play

your dark looks really pretty in my light

cruel twists, baby

the way you do..

letting my thoughts drift out the window

I like faces that tell stories of life lived fully, of laughter and joy that was felt, and eyes full of melancholy and longing. I like faces that show that heart is fearless and tender.

a past that is already with us

The power of suggestion haunts us

no root, no fruit

middle of the night thoughts

you feel me

i'll be flying with the crows tonight

Sinking my fingers into his dreams.

we have just these midnight hours.

When I miss you, every word I try to say comes out as your name.

half girl / half spontaneous overflow of emotion recollected in tranquility