The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.

Where there is life, there is hope.

We don't always get the journey we want. But we always get the journey we need.

i love purple and blue!!!!!

No matter what happens, we'll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.