It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us

I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just - wanted.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever.

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.