Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.
The Color Of Extraordinary.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.
I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping