I just want to escape my own body and project sunlight on to the walls for her to see, so she warms up and yearns for my arms.

The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters

love is dangerous for your tiny heart even in your dreams so please dream softly

I don’t want there to be things you “love about me”, I want you to love “all of me”.

We love each other like matches in the dark. We don't talk, we catch fire instead

Dreams have a hard time surviving when confronted with reality.

Each beat of your heart is a small miracle, you know, so don't get carried away.