Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.
...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar and you cant go to them, no matter what shoes you wear.
Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...
Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.
Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.
Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.
Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.
Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my βto-readβ list.
