“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most space in your heart.”
Winne the Pooh
“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most space in your heart.”
Winne the Pooh
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth and the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
We would be good together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
A Moveable FeastĀ
I’ll remember that summer as the summer of love. It’s defined by the taste of your coffee-stained lips under a city sunset and falling in love with eyes so deep, floating amidst Venus. I’ll remember that summer by the touch of your fingertips tracing an intoxicating path down my shirt. I’ll remember that summer as the summer I fell in love with the idea of falling for someone as endearing as you.
Pour yourselfinto me andI will notlet a dropof you hitthe ground.
I believethe oceanonce belongedto the moon,and that it fell,falling intothe earth.That is whythe moonis consistentlypulling onto it,ceaselesslytrying totouch itonce more.
[We] would look atĀ each other all the way across thatĀ room withoutĀ saying a single word. And we’d hear each other.
Tell the Wolves I’m Home
“And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.”