Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

I love you more than my own skin.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.