Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.
Insane for your sweet, sweet love!
And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.
I love you exactly as you are.