Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.
it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
It all depends on whether we are watching it dissolve or fade in and begin.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map