A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.
Why sleep when there are books to read.
Insane for your sweet, sweet love!
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.