Stardust ✨

We are so kind to everyone else but so cruel to ourselves.

Summer breeze of all the precious gifts which were lost inside unappreciated ballons that flew across an endless sky.

How about we change everything and never go back to what was.

We all waste time in one way or another. What matters is that we keep finding ourselves.

A coffee cup that is filled with all the sweetness of our hearts and for how long we want to love each other.

I love that so many accounts, these poetic particles of brilliance, are still here, taming the tides of feelings and writing about everything that matters.

Being among books is my new borders.

“I don’t need wishes anymore — I have you.”

Until we are. Again.

Keep my thoughts, turn them to the sky, they will come upon lost childhood dreams, first love summers, promises in the dark. And they will come back, weightless but heavy with all the beauty this world has ever seen. And I will never feel lonely again.

Poet of dawn and vampires.

A story that needs no chapters as it flows from the wonderland of us.

I love that so many of us are here simply to celebrate our love of words and each other.

saw this. thought about you

the sunset is a handwritten love letter from the sky to your heart

I would love you again and again, until everything is amiss and we are nevermore.

Come to me. Come, me. Come.

Lightning is spillt as we spread our trauma and then our wings across the horizon.

The "fuck you" museum, the "I love you" forbidden floor.

Nothing is what it used to be and, yet, we still need write.