Magic can be found in stolen moments.

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.

the rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn’t mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. they’ll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they’ll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i’ll be in their faces. i’ll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. i’ll be inside the one who holds you. and then i won’t be.

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.